Her mom was an addict.
Her parents kept her locked in an 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 scar on her face.
Why would she be in such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear and softly cries.
She loves her parents.
But they want her to die.
She sits in the corner, quiet but thinking.
"Please god. Why is my life always sinking?"
Such a bad life for a sad little kid.
She'd get beaten and beaten for everything she did.
Then one night, her mom came home high.
And the child was beaten,
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 into her chest.
"You deserve to die you worthless piece of s**t!"
The mom walked out, leaving the child slowly dying.
She grabbed her bear and again started crying.
Police showed up.
At the small little house.
They quickly barged in.
Everything quiet as a mouse.
One officer slowly,
Opened a door.
To find a little girl
Lying dead on the floor.
It must have been bad to go through so much harm.
But atleast she died with her best friend in her arms.
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