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53_Chris_35 Report | 11/19/2007 1:08 am

Heloo

235_mary_532 Report | 11/08/2007 1:54 am

Hello again

235_mary_532 Report | 10/22/2007 1:39 am

hello

prince_magma19 Report | 10/16/2007 12:17 am

try this out! Send this to at least 10 people and then press F5! You'll get 10,000 gold

235_mary_532 Report | 10/13/2007 10:14 pm

try this out! Send this to at least 10 people and then press F5! You'll get 10,000 gold

none235 Report | 10/09/2007 8:10 pm

hi

kat_mary_kat Report | 10/01/2007 1:41 am

prince_magma19 Report | 09/23/2007 6:02 am

If you have a heart,read this.It is a sad poem about a three year old girl named Sara.She...Well just read it all and you'll find out.







my name is sara







I am but three,







My eyes are swollen







I cannot see,







I must be stupid







I must be bad,







What else could have made







My daddy so mad?







I wish I were better







I wish I weren't ugly







Then maybe my mommy







Would still want to hug me.







I can't speak at all







I can't do a wrong,







Or else I'm locked up







All the day long.







When I awake I'm all alone







The house is dark







My folks aren't home.







When my mommy does come







I'll try and be nice,







So maybe I'll get just







One whipping tonight.







Don't make a sound!







I just heard a car







My daddy is back







From Charlie's Bar.







I hear him curse







My name he calls







i press myself







Against the wall.







I try and hide







I try and hide







From his evil eyes







I'm so afraid now







I'm starting to cry.







He finds me weeping







He shouts ugly words,







He says its my fault







That he suffers at work.







He slaps me and hits me







And yells at me more,







I finally get free







And I run for the door.







He's already locked it







And I start to bawl,







He takes me and throws me







Against the hard wall.







I fall to the floor







With my bones nearly broken,







And my daddy continues







With more ugly words spoken.







"I'm sorry!", I scream







But its now much too late







His face has been twisted







Into unimaginable hate.







The hurt and the pain







Again and again







Oh please God, have mercy!







Oh please let it end!







And he finally stops







And heads for the door,







While I lay there motionless







Sprawled on the floor.







My name is Sara







I am only but three







That night was the night







that my own daddy







murdered me































I wanted to share this poem so I can share Sara's pain.I have no shame admitting that I cried when I read this.I thought it was so sad that I cried.I cried so much that I actually started hyper-ventalating.It was just so sad it made m emotional system crash.This young girl was murdered by her father and she was beaten.Today,child abuse is against th law but some people still do it so if you have children,love them so for you never can say what will happen you know

235_mary_532 Report | 09/14/2007 11:48 pm

why arent you relying?

pinkandgreen4eva Report | 08/11/2007 2:21 pm

like the profil but still needs some work