Her name was Aurora
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 cries
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 thrust the blade
Right into 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 arm
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 cries
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 thrust the blade
Right into 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 arm
GOTHIC ANGEL
Oh my lord.
Should i listen to my gut
or stay hidden in my rut?
They say no,
but really who knows?
They make faces
but to me they are races.
I say why noy?
They say it's to hot.
I say who cares?!
They give me glares.
It's 5 minutes later.
They're such haters!
I got them mad.
So they made me sad.
They sadi they didn't wanna lie.
So instead they made me cry.
I ran outside.
I didn't wanna be inside.
I was ontop of a hill.
I felt a chill.
I looked at the sky.
I screamed out why?!?!
Tears were forming in my eyes.
Why did they lie??
Soon i was blinded by tears.
They now know my fears.
I'm so confused!
Was i being used?
I don't get it no more!
I aint myself anymore!
This just cant't be!
I don't wanna see.
So instead i leave.
Mystirious gothic
As I sit alone, all by myself
And cry and cry, my parents say
"Oh, get over yourself"
I wish my parents did love me
I wish I was dead to see the heavens
But then again, 89 years left you see
I'm only eleven, the world laughs at me while I cry
I try to be nice and not pry
But all it leads me for people to walk away and say,
"GOOODBYE!"
I wish that I was dead,
Someone who would look over me,
Instead I know that dark angels surround me.
I speak to them, even though I dont see them,
but I know their there.
They understand me as I whimper and wept
All I feel from them is sweat
Help me God,send me to death!
Like I said before,
I wish I was dead,
Someone would look over me,
Instead I know that dark angels surround me.
And cry and cry, my parents say
"Oh, get over yourself"
I wish my parents did love me
I wish I was dead to see the heavens
But then again, 89 years left you see
I'm only eleven, the world laughs at me while I cry
I try to be nice and not pry
But all it leads me for people to walk away and say,
"GOOODBYE!"
I wish that I was dead,
Someone who would look over me,
Instead I know that dark angels surround me.
I speak to them, even though I dont see them,
but I know their there.
They understand me as I whimper and wept
All I feel from them is sweat
Help me God,send me to death!
Like I said before,
I wish I was dead,
Someone would look over me,
Instead I know that dark angels surround me.
