Her name was Abby, she was only five. This is what happened when she was alive. Her dad was a drunk, her mom was an addict. Her parents kept her locked in the 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 unlocked 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 she cries, she loves her parents but they want her to die. She sits in the 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. The 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 thrust the blade right in 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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Poems For The Broken
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