The Little Girl(very sad!)

by ~*Flying high*~   Mar 12, 2006


Her name is Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

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 endore

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,
" God, why? 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
The poor child was hit and slapped
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 pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dieing
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
The quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lieing 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

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  • 18 years ago

    by Silent Screams

    WOW, that really reminds me of my best friend and her name is Auroura but it's spelled a little different and something also kinda weird is my name when said sounds almost exactly like yours i'm sure that dosen't interest you buti just thought i should say that...this poem is really wonderful it's so very depressing but it's so good i love how you wrote it...i really like you writting style
    auna

  • 18 years ago

    by debbie

    Fantastic poem. why do children have to suffer, it makes no sense.
    Debbie