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My name is Sarah..... I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see,

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My name is Sarah..... I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark, My folks aren't home When mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse, My name he calls I press myself Against the wall s I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping, He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! ...read more.

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But that is where I draw the line, no more; your words will I hear Because this is the end of our friendship my dear. Tears stain a face She feels like a disgrace How to deal with this pain She can not find a place For Goodness sake How long is this going to take Pull the trigger & set a pace She loves the taste As the blood drains Washed away the tears The glares of her peers There goes all her fears Till she looks in the mirror Such a disgrace The pain she could not take The scar remains To take the place Of the tears that stained her face But still remains the hate. As soft winds sweep away the days I look back on life through a haze. Remember playgrounds, parks and friends, In childlike gaze that never ends. The laughter in a game of catch, Shall memory ever attach... To innocence in youthful eyes, Catching the ball to your surprise. I recall my first bike, first wreck, Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?" Convinced me to give one more try, While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry. Just the joy knowing you was there, Making you proud my only care. There was nothing I couldn't do, My heart held fast that to be true. Though years were kind of rough, I sure wasn't too big or tough. You taught me to defend what's right And never back down from a fight. ...read more.

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people I love are taken from me Where can I find true and loyal friends I'm sick of the lies, fights and revenge Hurt continuously, hurt at a young age How do I love again with all of my rage How do I get past all of this, show me a sign So I can leave my sadness, pain and crying behind I know what you are and i know what you do You make people cry make people hurt themselves too I'm a victim of your murders you've killed me once and maybe twice. See i know who you are and i know what you do because i cry and hurt yeah ain't that true. I called you a friend, i called you family, That's what used to be, now it seems so far gone. We were really close, Now it seems you've moved on. I liked you for who you were, Cause you used to be an open book. Now i care for the new you, Cause all you care about is the way you look. You used to care about me, And other people too. Come on you have to admit it, Now you only think about you. It seems you want to be in your life, That's what you say. But then you blew me off, So now i have something to say. I don't think it's funny, The way you act cruel and tough. Cause one day you'll be me, Saying comeon enough is enough ...read more.

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