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Right now, right this second as I am writing this sentence, I wonder how many children are screaming or crying or losing their innocence... it hurts too much to think about it.

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Child Abuse-School Assignment
Child Abuse
Hi. My name is John. I was abused when I was ten. Because I was so young, this abuse was called child abuse. Child abuse is very wrong.
My father used to hurt me a lot. He often hit me. This makes me to have dark blue marks come on my skin. He did this to me a lot. He often used his fist to hit me. After he hit me, I hurt for a very long time.
Also, he would yell at me. This is also a kind of child abuse. When he yelled at me, it hurt my feelings and I would cry myself to sleep almost every night.
Another kind of child abuse is when a person touches a child in places that they aren\'t allowed to touch. He did not do this to me, but he did touch my sister, Julie, in these places. Every night she would run to my room and tell me what happened. It sounded very awful.
My advice is to tell someone you trust. It doesn\'t matter if it\'s your mother, father, sister, or brother that\'s abusing you, someone should know. Child AbuseMy name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I why daddy?child abuse storywhy daddy, cant you see,
that you are badly hurting me?
ever since mummy died,
i dont wanna be alive.
you and mummy were happy together
even in the rainy weather.
but now shes gone in the sky.
why did you change daddy, why?
now when i get home today
daddy said "lets play a game"
i nodded, unawere
i was in for a big scare
when i saw him i feared for my life,
as my once loving father pulled out a knife.
he took one blow, a blow to my head.
and as he does, i drop down dead...
im now in the sky
why daddy why?
did you kill mummy?
or did i? A Child AbusedMelissa was in my 4th grade class. She was the sweetest girl any one could ever be blessed to meet, and she was my best friend. I will never forget her, not even now that she's gone.
When I first met Melissa, she looked so sad. Actually, she often looked sad, but I will never forget that dejected look on her face that bright Monday morning when I first saw her. She walked with her head down, golden brown hair sheltering her face, hands clutched tightly around her little red lunchbox. When I approached her, she seemed surprised, but she smiled. I noticed she was missing her two bottom teeth. Melissa told me she was new to the area; her mother had moved them there after remarrying a man from the local police station. As we walked to school, I noticed her fidget with her sleeves a lot, wrapping them tightly around her thumbs. I figured she was just shy.
I sat next to her in class, and it always warmed me when she smiled over at me. But something in her eyes...they hurt me. They looked so the weeds across the street.She’s the little girl with flaxen curls at four pm flouncing down her driveway with her hands buried in her pockets, lips pressed out like she’s whistling. You’ll watch her out your window, with your tea lukewarm on the sill, and splutter a cough; fogging up the glass just enough to miss her smile.
You saw her once, twice eating petals off the roses in your garden. You’ve forgotten how to converse with children, you cussed between the wheezing and she stared right past like you were simply a knurled twig catching the wind in its leaves.
One morning you found her; purple stockings, blush mittens and a head of sunlight curls- asleep with your cat, Ginger, in your backyard. Her face was lost in the fur and repose and she slept soundly as you cut through her curls, knife icy in your recycled paper fingers. You tied a ribbon around the hair and sewed it in to your next doll. You named her Lucy and stitched a red heart into her chest. At nighttime the beating is so loud y

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:thumb136793691: AbuseMommy's yelling at me again. I don't know what I did but she says it's always my fault. Her face looks like a work of art. But it looks like mean art because it's all shades of green and blue. Sometimes it's purple. She's shaking me again. Her hands are mean hands and they hurt my arms. My arms look like her face but only where she grabs me.
My head hurts and my ears ring. Why won't she stop yelling at me? I feel so useless sometimes. She calls me a mistake. Something in the way. I remember last night she didn't put anything on the table for me. I miss the days when her and daddy and me would all sit down and smile and laugh over a big meal. Now she leaves me some half-frozen chicken and tells me that if I don't like it that I can go to hell and not eat at all.
My tummy growls. She let me go because daddy came in the door. He has that mean bottle in his hand. It's an ugly brown one. Every drink he takes out of it makes him more mad. He's yelling at mommy now. They're fighting again. He:thumb111629146::thumb137861539: I'm Not Gonna Cry...
I looked down at his beaten form, horrified.
He was merely a child, barely half my age at most. There he was, in a decrepit alley, sitting along a wall that was splattered with what I hoped to God was not his own blood.
It saddened me that when I moved my hand towards him, holding out some food, he looked as if he wanted to scurry away. Even sadder was that he couldn't move, or do anything else for that matter, in his state. He took to merely staring at me with fear etched in his eyes.
I looked around at the main street that the small little alley was connected to. It was large and bustling with people on a bright sunny day.
I didn't get why the people stopped, looked at the little boy, and then walked away as if they never even saw him.
I looked back at him and saw the tears in his eyes, but they didn't fall. Somehow, I knew he was trying to hold them back.
"I won't hurt you."
"Everybody hurts me."
A labored, coarse voice, way too old for his age, occasionally racked by a gurgling sou And The Hammer Did FallChurch bells rang in the distance, children in uniforms burst from the school doors squealing laughing running to there parents. A little girl with short brunnette hair swung her barbie lunch box as she ran with her friends Patrick and will. They ran in circles crashing there lunch boxes into each other until each of them had to go. A shadow loomed over the three playful children. The game stopped and they saw a tall man with  jet black hair and thin rimmed glasses. He wore a smile that did not reach his onyx eyes. "come on" he reached his hand out to the girl she took it carefully. Anyone watching would see her joyful eyes had turned dark the smile she wore was a farce.
They walked the two blocks home in silence the gleaming sun shining between the trees. The girl thought to herself maybe this will be a good day maybe mommy will be home and I wont be alone with him she glanced up at the man she called her cousin and suppressed the shivers of fear that threatened to

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:thumb72685122: Help Me...-Child Abuse-Help me please
I didn't meant to
For whatever I did
My mommy came home one night
And called my name
She smelled like cigars and smoke
Her hair smelled like alcohal
And she couldn't stand straight
When I came down
She had a bottle that said B.E.E.R
I asked "etal emoh emac uoy d'yhw"
But she just threw the bottle at me
It shaddered into pieces
Sticking to me
One by One
It was so slow
I wished it could go faster
The pain didn't hurt
But the words that she spoke
She dragged me to a hidden closet
It got nails all over
But we never used this closet
Until now
It took all my breath
Just to say "?ereh ew era yhW"
She just said three words
I couldn't beleive my ears
She threw me into the wall
Tears came to my eyes
As it peirced into my skin
My mommy just left
As I fell to the floor
I was bleeding uncontrobaly
And the glass went in deeper
My tears mixed with my blood
My blood mixed with my tears
I'm not crying frome the pain
But from the words
Sticks and stones might break my bones
But if you got Abuse     I just want a kind touch
     A gentle word or praise
     I look to you with hopeful eyes
     But you just look away
I don't understand it
Did I do something wrong?
I'm sorry
Please stop hitting me
I only want...
But you don't care
        You never listen to my words
        You only hurt me more
        Maybe I should fight back
        Let you know how it feels
  No...
   No, I won't do that
   You take care of me
   You were nice once
   Maybe you'll be nice again
I'm trying to be nice
I didn't mean to do anything wrong
Your blows keep coming
           You're hurting me!
But you don't care
 :thumb142500028: .Abuse.Broken hearts hurt way too much,
Heart starts dying, tears and such.
I don't know why this hurts like hell,
I hate it when you scream and yell.
Through my eyes, it was all so dark,
I tried to hide those scars, that mark.
Get away from me, I want to be alone,
Especially when you hit me, and even break a bone.
You push me back, as I fall to my knees,
I don't know what to do, how to please.
My friends were all right about you,
But I was lovestruck and had no clue.
It's over now, but I lie 6 feet under,
During the rain, during the thunder.
He sets flowers on my grave, full of regret,
Something like this is hard to forget.. CHILD ABUSEFight Back
I blamed myself for everything
All my tears all my pain
Every bruise every scar
But now I’ve realized it’s gone to far
Because of her I’d cry at night
And now I see that I’m able to fight
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
And though I thought it was my fault
For all of this brutal assault
I thought that I did something wrong
And I took me a little too long
Now I am able to see
That it was not because of me
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
A piece of me died with every hit and every curse
I sat there as she’d beat me and things just got worse
One time I tried to stop her but it only made her mad
She beat me on a regular basis and wasn’t the slightest bit sad
My dad was never around, he was always at work
He’d come home after I was asleep and never knew how much I hurt
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
I’d walk around with two black eyes
When people asked I’d make up lies
I’d close my eyes and I’d dream
That she didn’t have t AbusePurple skin
Drawing Blood
Frizzy hair
Caked in mud
Crying out
But no one hears
Tuning out
Drowning tears
Keeping quiet
Hide the scars
May-be one day
They'll be in bars
Trying to live
Just one more day
Later then
I'll be okay
Living life
With the pain
Trying not
To go insane
Living safe
Inside my mind
Staying away
From human kind
Wishing life
Would quickly end
Making death
A new best friend:thumb124804869: AbuseAccording to you I don't even exist
Unless your assisted by your fist
Another blow I'm down for a while
But you just stand there and manage a smile
Frozen in fear, I can't help but stay
But because of this fear I have to pay
Your foot to my side again and again
Now I just pray that this time it's the end
You pick up a bat that was set by the door
Pound it in my back which feels far more
Worse than your fists going into my wounds
I just stay real tight, it'll be over soon
In a drunken rage you finally say
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i don't want to hear children cry or scream or beg or feel unbearable pain or think life would be easier if they were taken out of it or constantly fear or lose hope in life and trust. I want to hear children laugh or see them smile or feel happiness with a touch of innocence.

children should begin living their life journey like this:...smile... by Sophie0305:thumb144438937:Josi by AnjiLovesChicago:thumb70457990::thumb121674006::thumb123350526::thumb94324377:love by bulePlayground Punk by girltrippedThe Beauty Of a Smile I by D17rulezSmile by monster242:thumb38546143:don't give up by AlicjaRodzik

the end. don't give up hope.