Her name was Abby. She was only five,This is what happened
......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 and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it When no one's around, She lays there and hugs it, Not a peep of sound
Until her parents unlock
the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endore. A bruise on her leg. A scar on her face Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear And softly crys 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
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 in her chest,
" You deserve to die. You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying Police showed up At the small little house. They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse. One officer slowly
Opened a 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.
