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Array ( [sid] => 107982 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => sarah [time] => 2005-10-18 07:04:02 [hometext] => only my second write so feel free to take a look and comment [bodytext] => 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.

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sarah

Contributed by blessedangel on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 07:04:02 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



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.





Copyright © blessedangel ... [ 2005-10-18 07:04:02]
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Re: sarah (User Rating: 1 )
by Wachumiri on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 09:30:15 AM AEST
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Wow... this does tear me apart. It does hurt to read. I know stories such as these exist, I just hope this one didn't.
Take care, and please post more.
David


Re: sarah (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 10:07:30 AM AEST
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this is one of the sadest writes i have read...i agree with the last poster..i pray this one did not exist...look forward to seeing more writes from you.


Re: sarah (User Rating: 1 )
by redtempest13 on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 11:04:19 AM AEST
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I understand that poem better than most. I was there once and barely lived through it. I pray this didn't happen to someone you know.
-Gin-


Re: sarah (User Rating: 1 )
by kaysea on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 11:18:23 AM AEST
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Tears are streaming-just knowing this happens all to often. maybe by putting in everyones face people will realize it could be happening next door and watch a little closer and when they seem something they will get involved


Re: sarah (User Rating: 1 )
by shaggy2468 on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 08:35:17 PM AEST
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wher you abused as a kid i would not know how it feels but im sorry if you were




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