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, worn out, and had patches of hair.

She always talked to it.

When no one's around, she lays there and hugs it.

Not even a peep of sound leaving her mouth.

Until her parents unlocked the door, again.

Some more and more pain to go throw, again.

A bruise on her leg.

A scar on her face.

Why would she be in such a horrible place?

But she just grabs her bear and softly cries.

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.

Then her mom suddenly grabbed for a blade,

it was sharp and pointy.

She thrust the blade right in her chest:

"You deserve to die! You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out, leaving the girl slowly dying.

The little girl grabbed her bear and again started crying.

Hours later...

Police showed up at the small little house.

They quickly barged in, everything was as quiet as a mouse.

One officer slowly opened the attic 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.

Every child is innocent, save them from the fear.

Stop child abuse.