Help Me...
A Sad Poem
Sitting on her window seal,
looking to the sky.
Secretly wishing,
she could die.
Away form her sorrows.
The tears in her eyes.
Oh how shes wished for days,
that she could die.
Everyone hated her.
Treated her like dirt.
One little girl that could,
is being really hurt.
She got hurt every day
and cried for days.
No one ever knowing what pain she felt,
until it was too late.
Sitting at the funeral,
the girl's sister cried.
"Oh why did you do this?
Oh, sister of mine?
I loved you dearly
and now I sit here and cry.
Cried every day,
since you chose to die"
Her father is in jail,
her mother run away.
Her sister's crying,
on her last day.
A little girl who was hurt
and treated like dirt,
was now away
in a place of no hurt.
Away in heaven,
where she played with new friends.
"Why did you go?
You barely ate.
What happened so bad,
to you who was only eight?"
Her sister wondered,
and cried all day.
For her sister who felt,
like she should die.
Because no one loved her,
no one saw the pain in her eyes.
Hitten twice a day,
beaten twenty-one times a week,
for nothing she did.
So she just weaped.
A little girl on the window seal,
looking at the sky,
secrely hoping,
that she would die.