His dad was a drunk
His mom was an addict
His parents kept him
Locked in an attic
His only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
He always talked to it
When no one's around
He lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until his parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
He'll have to endure
A bruise on his leg
A scar on his face
Why would he be
In such a horrible place?
But he grabs his bear
And softly crys
He loves his parents
But they want him to die
He sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
He'd get beaten and beaten
For anything he did
Then one night
His mom came home high
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by
Then his mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in his chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"
The mom walked out
Leaving the boy slowly dieing
He grabbed his 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 boy
Lieing on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least he died
With his best friend in his arms
A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this(aww i think im gonna cry) and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them
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