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Even more poems, but the first one I'm passing on for people see:

This is a poem of a girls life, or death.



My name is sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.

I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.

He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

Stop child violence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me and my friend wrote this poem after her friend died because of this situation. Some people steal it and pretend they wrote it. We do not care, just as long as this poem gets spread. We put it on over 30 web-sites and people have been spreading it around very fast. So please, spread this poem, like everybody else did, and help the children who are in the same spot Sarah was in. Thank you...


I'm a person, who has always been called strong.
Thinking about what's best for others, I continue my journey.
My mother, my father, my friends....my loved once....
The often call me kind, strong and brave.

But I wonder, what makes me different from them?

If you punch me, Ill bleed.
If you hurt me, Ill cry.
If you laugh with me, Ill smile.
If you talk with me, Ill listen.
Why...am I so different from others then?

Am I really strong?
I've been searching a hole life time just to find the answer what it means to be strong.

I think that, there's always a reason that you exist.
There's never a crime just to be alive...It cant be.
Everyone is born, doing what they can in life.
Some people just wander there life wondering what there good at.
That's also I way I guess.

What I want....Is for the people around me to be happy.
Laughing, smiling, having a great time.

But...It's hard.
Because no matter what I do, no matter what I say, I can't take away that dark hole inside of them.

My mom told me, that it wasn't my mission to do that, to save others.
I knew that, I know that...But..still...The only thing I could think of was my friends.
But, they weren't happy, you could only see darkness covering them.
That's why...The only thing I could ask my mom was.....
-But what if you cant save yourself?

They can call me stupid, saying I don't have to...but...
I'm going to live my life, trying to save people.
No matter what.

Because I guess that....
The kindness inside of me...
Will not die. -Unknown


This one is for everyone
who's had a hard time in this life
who cannot seem to find their way
without using the knife.

This one's for the little girl
who didn't want to play your game
she hated that you touched her
now all she has is shame.

This one's for the boy
whose father gets so mad
all he can do is hope today
won't be quite as bad.

This one's for the girl
who's father left her for a gun
she was the one that found him
and her whole life came undone.

This one is for anyone
who's been the fat kid in the class
who has hated their reflection
when they look into the glass.

This one's for the boy
who's parents separated
their hate for each other blinds them to
the child they created

This one's for the girl
who had her "first time" forced on her
he pulled a gun and she laid down
her innocence taken in a blur.

This one's for the boy
who still wishes for the past
for the girl that he first loved.
he thought that it would last.

This one's for the girl
who thought pills would ease her pain
with each one that she swallowed,
peace, she would obtain.

This one's for the girl
her mother's words are cruel
she says she's fat, she makes her cry
her diet is now the rule

This one's for the woman
who tries hard to conceive
but after one more miscarriage
all she can do is grieve.

This one's for the girl
who's mother gets around
at night she listens through the walls
to the awful sound

This one's for the boy
who doesn't go to class
he's sixteen and a dropout
there's no way he could pass.

This one's for the girl
who couldn't seem to eat
she went for days without food
with herself, she did compete.

This one's for the girl
who gave it all to the wrong guy
he took her body and her heart
but then he said goodbye

This one is for anyone
who's had trouble getting by
who cannot seem to pay the bills
when money's in short supply.

This one's for the boy
who faces the regret
someday he'll see he lost the girl
he never will forget.

This one is for anyone
who's ever felt alone
they cry at night when no one hears
their pain is never shown.

This one is for everyone
who's had troubles in this life
just know that there are others
who feel and share your strife.

-the person who wrote this poem wrote this to her and her friends life experiences.




In your room, where time stands still or moves at your will,
Will you let the morning come or will you leave me lying here
In your favorite darkness
Your favorite half-light
Your favorite consciousness
Your favorite slave

In your room, where souls disappear, only you exist here
Will you lead me to your arm chair or will you leave me here
Your favorite innocence
Your favorite prize
Your favorite smile
Your favorite slave

Your favorite passion
Your favorite game
Your favorite mirror
Your favorite slave,

Will I always be here?. -Ryo Bakura



I wish there was more time each day
To chase all your tears and fears away
Someday you'll know we're meant to be. -Unknown





I handed you my heart,
You gave it back in pieces.
You took my life,
And now I take yours
You lied,
You hurt
Your time as come
Now your blood is on the floor
Not mine
Now, as the blood pours out on the floor,
I look at what I've done.
I think of how you hurt me,
Now it's my turn.
Now I sit in a corner
Knife in one hand
Looking at the scars
You may be gone,
But memories are forever
The pain will never stop
You will always live in me
You've done your job
You've scarred me for life
Are you happy now?
You're still here
All my problems
I blame you
My happiness is gone forever
It will never come back
Now I basically sit here to rot
Nothing to live for,
Yet nothing to die for.
I still think it's all your fault
You dug the knife into my skin
Your hand made these scars
All the little white lies
I don't believe I'll ever be alright
I'll never be okay
-Kurama Minamino


Don't look at me
And say, "I'm sorry."
Don't say, "It'll be okay."
Don't hold my hand to touch my heart
If you plan to walk away

I don't want your sympathy
I don't need your lies
I cannot handle seeing
The apologetic gaze in your eyes

I thought I said to leave
So why are you still here
Why have you not left my side
Like the others my heart held dear

You said Because I need you
I need someone to care
Just like you did for me
When I was the shadow of no one there
-Kurama Minamino


I died along time ago
I died defeating my largest foe
I died to rid the world of death
I died but now I feel my breath
I died and went to heaven so let me stay
I died and now you call me away
I died but now you wont let me rest
I died I?ve already done my best
I died so let me stay dead
I died and now I will rest my head
I died not for you to pull me back here
I died so you did not curse in fear
I died to save you now let me go
I died now let me go because I said no
I died accept it I?m not coming back
I died cant you keep track
I died along time ago
I died defeating you, you my largest foe
-Kurama Minamino



I remember you kill me I remember the pain
I remember the dagger I remember the stain
I remember you whisper your bloods on my hand
I remember myself as I tried to stand
I remember my own last dieing breath
I remember the torture, that came before death
I remember wanting you to hold me
I remember wishing you could see clearly
I remember all you put me through
I remember all, but I still love you -Unknown


You go to the movies one day
heres where the moment of truth comes your way.
A man pulls out a gun
and everyone in the room is stunned.
He grabs you by the arm and starts to say
everyone do exactly what I want and (s)he'll live to see another day.
Hearing these words and you'll start to think
will anyone in this room even blink?
If this were you, who do you think would try to help?
Would the truth make you mind melt?
It could be a friend or loved one,
Or maybe the person you most make fun of
That a minute and think of the answer
Does the question make you go umer?
Maybe the real question is for whom you would give that act of courage?
Dont think to hard and get discourage
Ill bet someone in that room will make a move
and protect you from doom
I bet theyll say a line like please please sir take me instead
Without (him)her my life will be filled with dread
I hope this poem makes you think of a very important question
Out of all the people you know and love
Who would save you? -Unknown