WHY?

Why? You ask...do i love you,
well its not because your eyes are blue,
Why? You ask...did you choose me,
because your all i look for in somebody

You question thing...yes i know why,
because you've been hurt...someone made you cry,
well i've got news for you,
i've been hurt too

they broke my heart,
they made me fall apart,
then i met you,
i saw that you'd been hurt too

We started to talk and i started to see,
how much you were just like me,
You started to mend my broken heart,
and from there I saw a brand new start

I started to fall in love,
It seemed like you were an angel sent from above,
I still love you and always will,
Its funny how you can give me chills

So you asked me why,
maybe now you will see,
I love you,
but do you love me?

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 nightHer 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 peice 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
A child dies every day from child abuse.And if you have an ounce of pity in you for Auroura (the little girl),and you hate child abuse with a passion,you will repost this and help out those abused children,and let them know that someone cares for them.It doesn't take that long only about 10 secondsso please just do it.if you dont repost this your a lazy, cold hearted personrepost this saying: she was only 5