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furawatchi girl: i think i found that one first and i posted it somewhere but thanks anyway
nummy: sorry, but i think you should have a heart
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I do have a heart.

I just don't want to read a million poems about child abuse and feel depressed the rest of the day.

 

 
well then stop reading them! if you dont want to face facts, then fine, but dont tell other people not to

 
well then stop reading them! if you dont want to face facts, then fine, but dont tell other people not to
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Haha.

I didn't read any of them.

:'D

 

Just replying to the title.

 
I hate alcohol. I am living with a post-alcoholic father and my mother who is constantly worried. Alcohol destroyed my life until half a year ago. My mother still acts like Dad is drinking even though he quit for me. Mom is stressed out but I love her anyway. I have never truly hated my dad, nor even disliked him. He had a disease, and now he is trying to recover. My mom, however, seems to try to be strict as possible. I wonder why. It has always been as if my dad was drinking but my mom got drunk...

 
Heh, Nummy and SUPER_GOTCHI you have just amused me. ^_^

Child abuse is so sad :( it makes me just want to cry.

And I wrote this poem about it. (Nummy don't read on if you don't want to see a poem :p )

It doesn't rhyme, but it doesn't have to. :blink:

It's very long by the way... I don't know if it's very good either. :blink:

It was about a little girl named Emily, she was even years old.

I wish it would rain

As I look out my window pain

So I could here anything but the sounds of my parents yelling and swearing

Because I was born

They say their lives are bad

and it makes me sad

and all I can do is cry

I walk across the hall

to my baby brothers room

to see how bad it is for him

and when I open the door

there he lay

on the ground

all cut up

with not one word to say

I cry I yell I scream and cry some more

"Why Us?!" I yell in pain

My mom storms in

and sees me there

"Shut Up you little ugly!" she yells in my ear

I run out and on my way I took my brothers knife

that he killed himself with

I try and slam the door shut

but my dad pushes back

he opens the door

I hide the knife only to save my life

from being killed

by this man

who only claims to be my father

He scares me

he scars me

he slams me against the wall

My mom comes in

my dad walks out

And all I can do is cry

she looks down upon me with a nasty look

she hits me

she slaps me

while yelling nasty words

and all I can do is picture

what my [arents could be

if only I wasn't born

 
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thats sad ^_^   :blink:   :blink:
by th way, has ne1 heard the sylvia likens story?
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It's sad, but you know it's probablt true about some little kids life somewhere...

And no I haven't.

My nine year old sister wrote this one....

My name is Lilly.

I am only six years old.

Some of my teeth are missing,

and my body is oh so cold.

My family could care less,

if I lived much longer

And thats why I'm gonna murder myself

under my bed tonight.

When I come home from school

it's always

"Lilly shut up and get a life!"

After I finish my homework

My dad looks over it

if only I was smarter

so I wouldn't get a question wrong

so my daddy wouldn't beat me at night.

My brother died when I was only four

My parents say he was just very sick

but I know the reason why.

Sshh! Be quiet my parents are coming

this is quite a fright.

They beat me and scratch me

they blame their problems on me.

They call me stupid, dumb, and ugly.

If only they could see how happy I could be.

Why is life this way?!

Why is it so unfair?!

It doesn't matter anymore,

for I'm murdering myself tonight.

The teachers look at me, they ask questions

"I fell down the stairs, I tripped in the driveway," are only some of my excuses.

If only I could tell them "I get beat by my mommy and daddy all the time and my mommy and daddy could careless"

My name is Lilly,

I am six years old,

some of my teeth are missing,

and my body is oh so cold.

 
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of course i know its probly true!

that is also a great poem tell your sister shes going to be a poet when she grows up

 
I am so lucky to have parents who love me so much and are kind and thoughtful and caring. You only get one life..and to thing some wicked, cruel absolutely HORRID people out there would make a child's life as bad as that - and waste it all on endless, merciless cruelty. It's just too terrible to describe. :rolleyes:

I loathe and detest all the people out there that are like the parents in these poems. :)

 
someone search "sylvia likens" or "gertrude beniszewski". it is a horrible story even though its not really considered "child" abuse

 
Has anybody here read the story "A boy called 'it'"? It's a sad story, about abuse, though i don't suggest deppressing yourselves ._.'

 
Lottery Rose is sad also, it's not as bad as the story rachelgotchi suggested

 
there is a movie coming out soon called "an american crime" its about sylvia likens but its very violent and gorey

 
I hate child abuse :D

I also hate when I go to woolworths (Or some other place) and I see kids with messy unwashed hair and unfitting clothes with stains on the front. :lol:

My mum loved me loads, and she was really sad when she had to tell me that she was going to die :( and my dad loves me too, and does a lot for me.

 
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My friend is abused so I made a poem for her.

My name is Cassidy,

and when I was only 3,

my parents got divorced,

Then everyday I was forced,

to clean daddy's beer bottle messes,

and fix gandma's party dresses.

My mommy on the other hand,

does not understand,

why dad thinks abuse is right,

so mommy and daddy always fight.

Daddy used to love me

Grandma used to love me.

Now, I'm 11.

I wanna go to heaven!!!

Every morning I'm beaten and slapped

my bro, he just clapped

when he saw me like this

I think you know what I miss.

So today,

I'm running away.

My mommy doesnt live close.

Other than her, I know who loves me most

Cori!!!

and I know her morey

than most of my friends.

With me at her house, the fun never ends!!!

BTW, Cassidy's dad and grandma love her bro. It's sad :)

 
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