She Was Only 5

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,
"Please God, 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
And the poor child was beaten
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 piece of shit!


The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dieing
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying


Police showed up
At the small little house
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse


One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lieing dead 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