teddy bear poem
Her dad was drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in a attic Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair She always talked to it When no one’s around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She’ll have to endure A bruise on her leg A skar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place But she grabs her bear And softly crys She loves her parents But they want her to die She sits in a corner Quiet but thinking “God why?Why is My life always sinking” Such a bad life For a sad little kid She gets Beaten and Beaten For anything she did Then one night Her mom came home high The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made She thrusted the blade Right in her chest “You deserve to die You worthless pest” The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dieing She grabbed her bear And again started crying Police showed up At the small little house Then quickly barged in Everything was quiet as a mouse One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad little girl Lieing on the floor It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friends in her arms.
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