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Terrible Danger!Category: Poems
Sunday, 22 November 2009
09:23:40 AM (GMT)
Locked in a cupboard...
At the back of the room
I am scared, 
The dark and gloom
Making shapes and creating
Spooky images for me to see...
I don't like, not at all, Ahh, I wish it wasn't me...

Im 9 years old
And i do as im told
but sometimes i get too scared
and do things wrong...
When i do a bad thing, i get a bad thing,
When i do a good thing, i get a good thing
at least not a bad sting...
I wonder why all the children at school
Are all happy, and dont seem like they are nearly drowned in a pool
I get all the things that other children get, but i dont use them....
They are locked away...and only got out, when people come round...
I find it really silly, why its just me...maybe theres more out there, across the
seas...
Am i special? so i get bad things...
Or is it just my parents, that think they're good things....?

I get hit and punched
Slapped and launched
Im not dead yet but i will be soon
if i get a another push against the wall
then my rib may break and i will fall...
Down, Down...
I wish i could sleep nicley,
without being suffocated by a thick pillow, then gasping for air...
My nanny knows...but she doesn't care...
I roll about and make the bruises hurt and sting
I swear i don't do that many bad things...

One day, I got home...
My parents were waiting, with a knife a cloth,
They wrapped it around my mouth and...
I felt a sharp pain...Blood soaking my uniform...
I was floating, in the air, watching my body lay the lifeless
My parents, crying, all of a sudden,
If they are sad, why did they do something so bad?
Kill me...Murder, Child Abuse...


Report it, Don't ignore it...Then you won't get trapped.


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