How Sad

This sickens me to my soul and if you just read this and dont pass it on i pray for your forgiveness cause you would have to be one heartless piece of trash to not be affected by this email. And because you are affected do something about it. So all im asking is for you to take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen and that people like her dad who should be dead. but people like this do live amoungst our sociecty. and pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

*~*~*Sarah*~*~*

My name is Sarah

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

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 bad 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 Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help.

Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please forward if you are *AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

 

That's an old one.

 

im not passing this on,heh

 

me neither

 

LOL.

 

MAN THIS IS SO OLD.

There is a more recent case out here about a boy who is beaten by his step father.. wit a belt and a bat, every night of tthe week.. hes forced to beat his sister, or he gets it worse.. they have both been hoospitalized, many time, wiht throat and spine damage, doctorsa are surprised they arent dead. theyre stepfather is a christian, or so he claims

 

you guy r mean, lol i'm not passing either lol :lol:

 

Im passing this post on it can be true and is somewhere so just be nice and pass it so it will grow and grow.

 

Kinda old but i mgiht pass it on

 

ill pass it on

 

Im not messed up in the head so ill pass it as well.


But this is kinda old, but how would you feel if you were the girl and your parents ----ed you up every night...

 

So old. Not passing it.

 

And whats the point of passing this?How will this do any good to child abusers. This is worthless. I will pass it on...

 

thats too long dude i am not going to read all of that

 

This is OLD... One of the students at school read this poem out for his speech.