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LilBottomText Report | 08/10/2009 4:30 pm

My Name is sarah























I am but three,























My eyes are swollen























I cannot see, .























I must be stupid























I must be sad,























What else could have made























My daddy so mad?























I wish I was better I wish I weren’t ugly,























Then maybe my mommy























Would still want to hug me.























I can’t speak at all























I cant’ 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























On whipping thonight























Don’t make a sound!























I just heard a car























My daddy is back























Fy 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 it now much too late























His face has been twisted























Into unimaginable hate.























The hurt and the pain























Again and again























OH PLZ GOD HAVE MERCY!























OH PLZ 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.















































There was once a little girl named Chelsey Mcaun. She was killed in 1933, by a homicial maniac who buried her alive while chanting a satanic chant. Those were the words spoken, and now you have read them… Anyone who reads the chandt will meet this small child. In the middle of the night, she wil be on your ceiling, as you sleep, she will sofocate you as, as she was sofocated… Unless you send this to at least 20 people before tomorrow, so she will leave you

candyslush Report | 06/05/2009 3:54 pm