This is not true just my friends said writing poetry was fun.And i had writers block on this and then the news said something about child abuse.So,here you go.

I hide in the corner
I just heard daddy awake
He came to my room and called me a fake
He yanked my hair pulling me out of the corner.
He called me a whore,he called me poor.
Can the nieghbors hear my shouts?Why wont he let me out.
Last night i saw him kill mommy.
Who is next?I hope it not me.
I need to flee.
When daddys at work i will get up,walk out the house,and go to the cops.
I thought that would be a good plan.
I atempted to do it,although daddy was home today.
He saw me.
He yanked.
He took a blade off the counter.
First were my arms,GONE.
Wait were my legs,GONE.
Now my stomache,SLASHED.
Now my neck,OWWWWWW.
Now my head.
I am dead.

Many children all over the world die if child abuse please take a part in protecting these children live.Thank you!!!