Quite a lot of people have read the story poem below and I'm SO sorry that I was just too lazy to type it all down for you guys. XP Sorry again. But guess what?
Warning: Not for the faint-hearted... This is a very disturbing poem...
Sinphony No. 2
I'm a child with my doll,
Under the covers I'm stiff and cold.
It's the second night Mommy's not here,
to hug or kiss and hold.
I'm a child with my Mommy,
I know that she is dead.
Daddy hid us both inside the cellar,
After he hit me on the head.
I'm a child in the cellar,
Locked up and alone,
Silent as a mouse,
And no one's left at home.
I'm a child with a knife,
The one my Daddy used,
I heard he's locked up with the bad guys,
Because Mommy was abused.
I'm a child with a pencil,
Scribbling on the walls.
Hoping up in Heaven,
Mommy sees my calls.
I'm a child with a blankie,
Hiding below my bed.
Hearing voices call my name,
And heavy steps above my head.
I'm a child with a blankie,
Hiding from the dangers.
I head some people calling me,
But Mom said don't talk to strangers.
I'm a child with my doll,
Feeling very lonely,
Looking through the bars of the cellar,
And wondering if someone's coming to get me.
I'm a child with a pencil,
Drawing food upon the floor.
I'm feeling very hungry,
But I can't open the door.
I'm a child with my doll,
she's covered up in red,
I tucked her in with Mommy,
And I checked once more if she was dead.
I'm a child with a pencil,
Chewing through the wood.
It doesn't taste delicious,
But there is no other food.
I'm a child with a blankie,
That Mommy made for me,
I put it over Mommy,
Like the doctors on TV.
I'm a child with a knife,
Feeling very hungry.
I remember Mommy telling me,
There's always food inside my tummy.