Child Abuse

December 19, 2011
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Children cry
Children lie
Children scream
Children keep inside
Children ask where's my mom and dad
Children wonder are they alive
Children questions an I alive
He hits me
He beats me
I hope I die
I can't take it anymore
How much I cry
Every night
I sleep on the cold floor
With no blanket
Or nothing just the floor
In a little dark room
No light
The only light I have
Is the moon light I pray every night
And hope in the morning
I'll be up very high in the sky with the angles
When I woke up
I couldn't hear
Or couldn't see anything
Only a glowy light
And soon I was gone

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