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 all worn out and had little patches of hair
she'd always talk to it when noone's around,
she lays there & hugs it not a peep of sound
until her parents unlock the door and more pain and more pain, 
she'll half to endure a bruise on her leg,
a scar on her face, why should she be in a horrible place
she grabs her bear and softly cries, 
she loves her parents but they want her to die.
she sits in the corner, quiet but thinking,
god why is my life always so sinking?
such a sad life life for such a little kid,
she'd be 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 knife
thrust it into her chest, ended her life
the mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dying,
she grabbed for her bear and again strted crying,
police showed up,at the small little house,
then barged in,everything as quiet as a mouse.
one officer slowly opened a door, 
to find the little girl lying on the floor.
it must have been bad, to go through such harm,
but at least she died with her best friend in her arms

Relationships -- of all kinds -- are like sand held in your hand.
Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The
minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand
trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most
will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with
respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain
intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship
slips away and is lost. 

As you can see, i only speak Tagalog, so do not message me if you are
not fluent in Tagalog ROFL!