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Pikaaa

Report | 12/25/2007 3:51 pm

Pikaaa

Her dad was 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,



"Please God, 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



And the poor child was beaten



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 piece of s**t!"



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



Then quickly barged in



Everything quiet as a mouse



One officer slowly



Opened a door



To find the little girl



Lying dead 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