The Little Girl ( Poem... Warning: VERY SAD! )

Her name is AurouraShe was only fiveThis is what happenedWhen she was aliveHer dad was a drunkHer mom was an addictHer parents kept herLocked in an atticHer only friendwas a little toy bearIt was old and worn outAnd had patches of hairShe always talked to itWhen no one's aroundShe lays there and hugs itNot a peep of soundUntil her parentsunlock the doorSome more and more painShe'll have to endoreA bruise on her legA scar on her faceWhy would she beIn such a horrible place?But she grabs her bearAnd softly crysShe loves her parentsBut they want her to dieShe sits in the cornerQuiet but thinking," God, why? Why isMy life always sinking? "Such a bad lifeFor a sad little kidShe'd get beaten and beatenFor anything she didThen one nightHer mom came home highThe poor child was hit and slappedAs hours went byThen her mom suddenlyGrabbed for a bladeIt was sharp and pointyOne that she madeShe thrusted the bladeRight in her chest," You deserve to dieYou worthless pest! "The mom walked outLeaving the girl slowly dieingShe grabbed her bearAnd again started cryingPolice showed upAt the small little houseThe quickly barged inEverything was as quiet as a mouseOne officer slowlyOpened a doorTo find the sad little girlLieing on the floorIt must have been badTo go through so much harmBut at least she diedWith her best friend in her arms