She Was Only 5

Her Dad was a drunk and her Mom was an addict,
Her parents kept her locked in the 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 was around,
She'd lay there and hug it not a peep of sound,
Until her parents unlocked the door,
Some more and more pain she'll have to endure,
A bruise of her leg and a scar on her face,
Why would she be in such a horrible place,
But she grabs her bear and softly cries,
She loves her parents but they want her to die,
She sits in the corner quiet by thinking,
"Please God, why is my life 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 into her chest,
"You deserve to die you worthless piece of shit!",
The Mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dieing,
She grabbed her bear and again started crying,
Police showed up at the small little house,
They quickly barged in everything quiet as a mouse,
One officer slowly opened a door,
To find the little girl 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.

If after reading this poem there is not a tear in your eye, then God be with you because you have no heart! Please help stop child abuse! It is a serious problem in America!