From the Heart and into Words

* Auroura*

Her name was Aroura

She was only five

This is what happened

When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk

Her mom was an addict

And her parents kept her

Locked in the attic

Her only friend was a little toy bear

Who was old and worn out

And had patches of hair

She always talked to it

When no one was around

She laid there and hugged it

Not a peep of sound

Until her parents unlock the door

And some more and more pain she'll have to endure

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 cries

She loves her parents

But they want her to die

She sits in the corner

Quite 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 a blade

It was sharp and pointy

One tha she made

She thrust 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 started crying

Police showed up

At the small little house

They quickly barged in

But everything was as quiet as a mouse

Then one officer slowly

Opened the door

To find the sad little girl

Laying 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

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