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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
My 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 my 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
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!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
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I am one but MANY of them who have been abused, and I know what it feels like to be punched and kicked and slamed into the wall, but this all started when I was around 4 then when I was 9 I finally told, and no what? At the time I thought it was the WORST thing I had ever done because I thought my abuser was going to come back and hurt me somemore but, believe it or not the abuser did not come back, and all I had to do was talk to the judge and the officers, and it took it all off my chest, and it felt sooo good! But now I made a big mistacke and I won't take councilly, even though my mother said to, and now it is all back on my chest, and BOY dose it hurt! So why not have a website for that, i made this page so that YOU if you need to can say ANYTHING in the shoutbox and you will not have to worry about ANYONE knowing were you live what your name is and who your abuser is OR anything! But this will provide you with somewere to talk or chat or even type and get it all off your chest, even if it is just about someone bullying you. I'M HERE TO HEAR!
