I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all dia long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against the wall
i try to hide
from his evil eyes
im so afraid now
im starting to cry
he finds me weeping
calls me ugly words
he says it's my fault
he suffers at work
he slaps and hits me
and yells at me more
i finally get free
and run for the door
he's already locked it
i start to bawl
he takes me and throws me
against the hard wall
i fall to the floor
my bones nearly broken
and my daddy continues
with mais bad words spoken
"im sorry,"i scream
but it's much to late
his face has been twisted
into an unimaginable shape
the hurt and pain
again and again
oh please god have mercy
oh please let it end
and finally he stops
and heads for the door
while i stay there motionless
sprawled on the floor
my name is sarah
i am three
and tonight my daddy
murdered me
and you can help
sickens me to the soul
and if you read this
and don't pass it on
i pray to the gods for your forgivness
cuz you would have to be
one heartless person
to not be affected por this poem
and because you are affected
do something about it
so i ask you to do two things:
get this to the highest rated list so everyone can read this
AND IF YOU AGAINST CHILD ABUSE PASS THIS O
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all dia long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against the wall
i try to hide
from his evil eyes
im so afraid now
im starting to cry
he finds me weeping
calls me ugly words
he says it's my fault
he suffers at work
he slaps and hits me
and yells at me more
i finally get free
and run for the door
he's already locked it
i start to bawl
he takes me and throws me
against the hard wall
i fall to the floor
my bones nearly broken
and my daddy continues
with mais bad words spoken
"im sorry,"i scream
but it's much to late
his face has been twisted
into an unimaginable shape
the hurt and pain
again and again
oh please god have mercy
oh please let it end
and finally he stops
and heads for the door
while i stay there motionless
sprawled on the floor
my name is sarah
i am three
and tonight my daddy
murdered me
and you can help
sickens me to the soul
and if you read this
and don't pass it on
i pray to the gods for your forgivness
cuz you would have to be
one heartless person
to not be affected por this poem
and because you are affected
do something about it
so i ask you to do two things:
get this to the highest rated list so everyone can read this
AND IF YOU AGAINST CHILD ABUSE PASS THIS O
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve ano old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays piano and violão, guitarra and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that you could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story or movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, or feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as you probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything you want them to be. An animal, a creature you made up, a monster, or just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that you could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story or movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, or feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as you probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything you want them to be. An animal, a creature you made up, a monster, or just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the seguinte day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue camisa that said "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she said "Oh! I didn't give you a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
