it hangs over me like a shrouded mist
always there , at the back of my head
you smile like nohing ever happened
like you never hurt me
act so happy and nice
but no one see's the monster behind closed doors
i wish it would end , and you always say sorry and promise it will
you make me feel guilty , but it never stops
you grab the bottle of watever will get you drunk
and from the look in your eyes , i no whats coming
hidding or running only makes it worse when you catch me
but i always do, terrorfied of the next move i no you will make
you grab watevers near you and begin
when its done i lay there, tears welling up in my eyes,
but i wont let you see me cry
thats what you want
and thats they only thing i can do
so you wont get the satisfaction of thinking you won
because you will never win
nomatter how much you hurt me
broken bones dont make a broken soul
you wont break me, im stronger than that
so smile and act innocent, make excuses why im always put in foster homes
it will always come down to the truth
and the truth will always be the same
i will not be broken by your treats , your words
your weapons , or your inflicted pain
innocence is not your defintion
so stop trying to act like it is
to me , i only see a monster
and the ironic part
i still love you...
your still my only family
and you made me who i am today..
but since she died you changed
and i dont wanna be hurt anymore
im so lost betwen who you were , and wat you are now.

Body: she was only 14
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents 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's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock 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 crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, 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
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless piece of CRAP!
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
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lying dead 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
A child dies every day from child abuse
And if you have an ounce of pity in you for Auroura (the little girl),
and you hate child abuse with a passion,
just repost this
if you dont repost this you're a lazy, cold hearted person
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