Her name was Aurora 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 endorse 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 cry's 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 dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying Police showed up At the small little house They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad little girl Lying 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 little Aurora and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them. If you don't then you should go to frikin hell, this is horrible what happened to these innocent children. It doesn't take that long to re post only about 10 seconds so please just do it. its worth it to let everyone see this. some people are so cruel... this is terrible but it happens so much we cant ignore it. Plz do post this on ur profile to help stop child abuse
Love me or hate me but it surely wont make me or break me
We will all laugh at gilded butterflies
a man of words and not of deeds... is like a garden full of weeds... and when the weeds begin to grow... its like a garden full of snow... and when the snow begins to fall... its like bird upon the wall... and when the bird away does fly... its like an eagle in the sky... and when the sky begins to roar... its like a lion at the door... and when the door begins to crack... its like a stick across your back... and when your back begins to smart.... its like a penknife in your heart... and when your heart begins to bleed.... your dead, and dead, and dead indeed....
don't look out your window darlin every things on fire!... come morning light, you and i will be safe and sound.
I race the sun home in the morning and the moon home at night. There's just today. and then there's tonight! Anything can happen... and anything does. I remember when I was 10 and somebody gave me a diary for a present... and i felt like it was too late so i didn't write in it. too much had already happened. It wouldn't be the whole story. I feel that way again and I'm 14. Well, and nobody's coming to save my a**. It took me a minute to get that. the man in the white hat the man on the white horse. Yeah he aint coming...... If a girl falls in the city. and nobody sees it. DId it happen? -Poker House
Everyone want happiness and no one wants pain.But they don't understand that before you see a rainbow you have to take a little rain.
Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass... Its about learning to dance in the rain
Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, and you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to a Raven. No two branches are the same to a Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, you are surely lost. Stand still the forest knows where you are. You must let it find you. -David Wagoner