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To Who Finds This Note, My name is Jazmine. I am nine years old. I'm tired of life, of the pain, of everything. I've never said anything to anyone, because I knew he would hurt me more if he did, but by the time somebody finds this, I can't be hurt anymore. My life isn't worth living, so I am ending it. I don't know what else to do. I'm scared, so, so scared. I don't want this life. He hurts me so much, whenever my parents go out. I can't deal with this. I've tried to say something, before, but nobody believed me, nobody would listen. He's done it to me for so long, before I knew it wasn't normal. But he's so much stronger than me, and I c

I'm that child you see in the classroom each morning. I dont talk. I keep to myself. I dont want to be touched by anyone. I'm that child on the play ground afraid to play. You may get a smile out of me. If you did you successfully got through my wall. I'm that child with the bruise on my arm. You ask about my parents. I'm that child you ask many questions. I'm that child that remains silent and I lose my smile. In the classroom, I am Free of the Hell at home. Teacher please, take my mind to a nice, peaceful, safe place. You dont realize all the kids like me need you to help us forget our personal Hell. I'm that child that when th

He walks alone through the snow-covered streets, The pain is what the dark cold completes, Nobody to love, Nobody to hold, He listens, believing the lies he is told. At school, they all wonder, Yet never do they ask; Taking on his sorrow isn't their task. But that girl sees through his deep, lonely eyes, Straight down to his soul: Beauty disguised. At lunch, she smiles, sitting by his side And begins to loosen the ropes that are tied. As the weeks go by, their friendship increases And the boy stands strong, though his pain never ceases. Then one night, through their windows they talk... His father comes in with a clumsy walk. D

She sits in her room with the curtains drawn Waiting for a rainy day She wants to walk around outside With other children she wants to play She sees their smiles Their laughter rings She sees their happiness Their hearts seem to sing She wants to join in She wants to be free But he stands in the doorway He ignores her great plea But one day he leaves She hears the door shut Her heart becomes lighter She wants to rid herself of this rut So she grabs her belongings And runs to the door But little did she know Few moments from now she would be no more Her heart was featherlike She ran with great ease Not worrying about him

What have I done to you? Please I am just a little child I have not done you anything I am too young to do anything without your help. Why do you not help me? Why do you hit me? Why do you yell at me? What did I do wrong? I love you. I know I scream but I was hungry, can you forgive me? I want some food please not much just a little can I have that please I will be good I promise. Why do you hit me? Why do you yell at me? What did I do wrong? I love you. I five years old now and I am still waiting for you to love me like every mommy and daddy do, I have seen other children’s mommies hug them why don’t you hug me? Why does