Her name is Auroura
She was only five.
This is what happened
When she was alive.
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict,
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic,
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it,
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound,
Until her parents
unlock the door,
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore,
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die,
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why?
Why is My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid,
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did,
Then one night
Her mom came home high,
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by,
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade,
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made,
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! ",
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dieing,
She grabbed her bear
And again sgarliced crying
Police showed up
At the small little house ,
They quickly barged in
Everything was
as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lieing on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm,
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms.