Castaway

Her dad was a drunk,
Her mom was an addict,
Their girls heart was sunk,
Locked in an attic.

Her only friend,
Was a little toy bear,
It was old and worn at the end,
And had patches of hair.

She always talked to it,
When no one's around,
She lays there and hugs it,
Without a peep of sound.

Until her parents so vain,
Unlock the door,
Some more and more pain,
She'll have to endure more.

A bruise on her leg,
A scar on her face,
Oh how she may beg,
In such a horrible place.

But she grabs her bear,
And softly cries,
She loves her parents because she cares,
But they want her to die.

She sits in the corner,
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, why am I a loner,
And I'm always sinking? "

Such a bad life,
For a sad little kid,
She'd get beaten and see a knife,
For anything she did.

Then one night,
Her mom came home high,
And the girl was beaten out of sight,
As hours went by.

Then her mom took out,
A shiny new blade,
It was sharp and without a doubt,
One that she made.

She thrusted the blade,
Right in her chest,
The girl was so afraid,
Miserable at best.

The mom walked away,
Leaving the girl slowly dying,
She grabbed her bear that day,
And again started crying.

Police arrive a little late,
At the small little house,
Then quickly began to escalate,
Everything quiet as a mouse.

One officer slowly,
Opened a door,
To find the little girl lonely,
Lying dead on the floor.

It must have been bad,
To go through so much harm,
But at least she died not too sad,
With her best friend in her arms.