Poem 6# Aurora

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Aurora.

She was only five.

This is what happened when she was alive.

Her dad was a drunk,

her mom an addict,

her parent 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 was around.

She lays there and hugs it.

Not a peep of sound until her parents unlocks the door.

Some more and more pain she'll have to endorse, a bruise on her leg, and a scar on her face.

Why would she be in such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear and softly cry's,

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'd get 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 thrusts the blade right into her chest,

"You deserve to die you worthless pest!" The mom walked out.

Leaving the girl slowly dying.

She grabbed her bear and again started crying.

Police showed up at the small little house.

They quickly barged in.

Everything was as quiet as a mouse.

One officer slowly opened a door,

to find the sad little girl lying on the floor.

It must have been bad to go through so much harm.

But at least she died with her best friend in her arms.

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Not mine

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