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by Shaylee Rose Jul 28, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Hi my name is cuddles Youll find me stained blood red Sleeping in this blood puddle I belong to her, Im her real friend. Her story must be told As terrible it is to tell A girl, only four years old Im lying where she just fell She lies here so angelic Her crying brings on the rain Seeing her suffer all these years Sharing her only pain Because she suffered everyday Tortured into this bloody mess It brings me to tears To see my sweetie, so colourless It all ended with his boot The boot that provoked her death Hed been waiting for this moment For his little girl to draw her last breath He didnt want her innocence Didnt want to see her smile He made me sick This cold blooded man, so vile She was bleeding out But she was happier than before She found peace That night, bawled up on that floor She dragged me close She hugged me tight I kept her warm When she gave up her fight And she forgot the horror she felt She forgave all her past She didnt need to be afraid anymore She was happy, at last