Sarah.(warning very heartbreaking content.)

[CJL_Forever (aka Sini)]

Ok, so this is a poem that I recieved in an email. I don't know who wrote it, as it was a chain email that I recieved from my mum although it came from a whole lot of people before my mum got it.
Its in support of Blue Ribbon, which is a charity against child abuse. Both my mum and I were practically in tears reading this and I figured that a good way to get more people aware of Blue Ribbon was to post this poem on here. I wish I knew who had written this.

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.

If you can read this and not feel sick to your stomach or be almost in tears then you can truley have no heart. (I don't believe anyone here is like that. I just don't understand how it would be possible for someone to not be upset after reading this.)

[Endovia]

How could someone be so cruel?!

[CJL_Forever (aka Sini)]

I know. I cried when I read this. It really sums up the cruelty of child abuse. I think its even more upsetting for the fact that its written from the point of view of the child.

[sapphiresmoke]

That's terrible... I don't even know what to say. I'm too shocked and sad to cry...

[Axle]

Sad as it is, I've seen this kind of thing. I work parties for an organization called PAC which takes kids from abusive homes. The saddest moment I've had over there was an incident where my friends and I were painting faces at a Halloween party. This little boy came up to my friend (who's a much better artist by the way) and asked if she could paint his mummy on his cheek. Of course she had no idea what his mum looked like, so she just painted a woman who was kind of nondescript. He was delighted. Only later did we find out that his mum had been killed by his dad a few days prior. It took me two hours to swallow the lump I had in my throat.

Every day I spend there, I have more reasons to cry and to have hope for the human race. The cruelty can be terrible, but the mercy can be just as great.

[sapphiresmoke]

That's terrible...

It's wonderful, though, what you're doing for them.