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Empty Soul of a Child
Contributed by
Baby_Luv_420
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Saturday, 2nd August 2008 @ 07:22:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Standing near the river
Mommy and daddy always fight
The boy is beaten daily
He goes to find a center spot
To get away from the trouble
Everyday is another nightmare
He feels so empty and so cold
His bike is old and he doesn't care
When he gets home after the river
Daddy flips out and hits mommy
As the boy begins to cry
Daddy scrreams and hits him
So depressed he can't take the pain
Everytime he goes home he feels in vain
Mommy pours a drink
Daddy smokes his rock
The yelling and screaming is constant
He feels like no one cares
He's all alone in this world that is wrong
The hate that his parents show him
Makes him think...
Daddy says that his son is a mistake
Mommy says she should of had an abortion
He feels un-wanted and broken
He standss near the river
And begans to cry
The thoughts rush through his head
He can't take anymore of this
When he goes back home
He went to Hell
Mommy and daddy both beat him
He cries even more
His arm is broken
So is his soul
Daddy smokes his rock some more
Mommy ran out of alchol
She yells at her son and hits him with the bottle
Then he runs out the door, grabs his bike, and to the river he went
He couldn't take it any longer
Three days later he was found floating on the river he had drowned himself.....
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Re: Empty Soul of a Child
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by elle on
Sunday, 3rd August 2008 @ 04:00:29 AM AEST
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| what can I say to the sadness buried & ressurrected, repeatedly in these words? discomforting & pitiful, surveying the widespread & useless waste of love, of the precious loved one, adorned as a child, but sent from the heart of heaven, from God himself. . . alas, so too, does the processor of evil send his seed, disguised as substance & abuse, calculating & disarming us of care. . . dismembered from our chance to be aware. you touch my heart & I must say amen. peace to us all, for we too can fall. elle |
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