Think about it

by Lenee.Roca   May 4, 2005


"I'm too young to explain my feelings" says one little girl who's wants her name unidentified.

She sees way too much every night.. after she goes to bed she lays in bed and cries while she listens to her parents fight and fight.

She wonder's why daddy hits her mommy and leaves bruises on her body, when she asks her mommy what they are from mommy says "I'm just so clumsy baby".

One day the little girl did something wrong and her daddy flipped out. He threw her against the wall and made a hole.

Then yelled "LOOK WHAT YOU DID" the little girl started crying so he hit her until she could of bled to death.

He then called the hospital and said she had an accident. The doctors asked her what happened and she said I fell down

The little girl turned to a teenager, she is all grown up, she understands what the bruises were from.

The girl wants to tell everyone her story because she wants you to tell yours too, she hates when young men and women our age hold our emotions deep inside and won't let anyone see to get help.

She wants to let you know that she made the mistake of attempting suicide many many times.

She wishes that no one grows up like her. So take those words and think about them. Do you want to be abused. Both mentally and physically? Or do you want to grow up healthy and live a happy life?

Think about it..

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