I've seen that before.. it's sad..
And yes Tan.. it does happen.. it happened to me....
Printable View
I've seen that before.. it's sad..
And yes Tan.. it does happen.. it happened to me....
Sorry to hear thatQuote:
Originally Posted by Silent-Wishes
Im not going into my private life...
Awww Babe :(Quote:
Originally Posted by Silent-Wishes
Im Sorry..
Awww, Jane. =[Quote:
Originally Posted by Silent-Wishes
I can't believe some ppl treat their children that way its terrible and i hate it y would u want 2 do this
Good pointQuote:
Originally Posted by lil,kelly
Quote:
>Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound,
>
>
>it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
>
>
>Please copy and repost if you are AGAINST CHILD ABUSE !!!!!!!!
Goes down hill from there.
There is someone in my class at school who is called Cheryl.She was badly getting abused by her mum and stepdad, She ran away many times but was then found by her parents.The Social services did nothing untill friday. On friday she told us that she had been fostered and has now got a loving Mum , sister and puppy. She was never fed or got any money to buy food and now she gets a packed lunch and money. So a abused Child now has found a Loving Family.
Aaw glad to hear that (To H.Bubbly)
But the poem really did make me think, stuff like this happens. They have their children locked up in cupboards and leave them for days, weeks, monthes or maybe years.
They do alot of stuff to their children, I just hate to wonder why they do it, and what the child is thinking..
I got one like that but it was:
I Wish I Was Better
I Wish I Was Not Ugly
Then Maybe My Mommy
Would Probably Hug Me
Im Not Allowed To Speak
Or Do Anything Wrong
Or If I Do
Ill Be Locked Up All Day Long
When I Awake
Im All Alone
My Mom And Dad
Are Not Home
When Mommy Comes In
Ill Try And Be Good
Then Maybe Then
I Wont Be Covered In Blood
When Daddy Comes In
I Hear Him Curse
He's Calling Me Names
And There Getting Worse
He Finds Me Hiding
Hits Me With A Bar
Drags Me Out
And Shoves Me In The Car
He Drives To A Lake
Opens The Door
Grabs My Arm
Chucks Me On The Floor
He Screams At Me
His Face Going Red
He Then Kicks And Punches Me
Violently On The Head
He Finally Stops
And Walks To The Car
Whilst I Lie Froze
On The Floor
My Name Is Dawn
And I Am Three
And On That Night
My Daddy Murdered Me...
It was really sad but unfortunately a few e-mails can never erase this horrible prospect of life. More and more adults becoming abusers because they were abused as kids.And Cheer up jane....Your not alone I'm unfortunately in the same boat as you on that one.