Her name was Abby

She was only five

This is what happened
......When she was alive



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,

" God, why? 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 night

Her mom came home high

The poor child was hit and slapped
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 pest! "



The mom walked out

Leaving the girl slowly dying

She grabbed her bear
And again started crying



Police showed up

At the small little house

They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse



One officer slowly

Opened a door

To find the sad little girl
Lying 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