A few years ago, a little 5 year old boy was beaten for five days by his father and his girlfriend, here in Colorado. He lived in North Carolina with his mother. He begged her to let him come and visit his dad, who he didn't know.

She allowed him to visit.

He was excited and happy.

In return, he was locked in a closet, starved and finally beaten to death with a baseball bat by his own father.

I never knew the boy, but I wrote this for him anyway.

Somebody
Dear Somebody,
Can somebody tell me why
Parents are only happy
When they make me cry?
I don't know what I've done
But, I really wish I did
I don't want to be bad
I must be a rotten kid
My friends don't get beat
Or locked in a dark room
Their parents really love them
At least, that's what I assume
I see them from my window
When I'm locked away alone
Playing ball with their Dad
I wish he was my own
I thought Mom's baked cookies!
I thought they hugged and kissed and loved!
I thought Dad's took you fishing
Or played with a ball and glove
They're supposed to like me!
Somebody tell me why they don't
Just tell me what I've done
I won't do it again, I won't!

If somebody can hear me
Maybe you can find
Somebody to love me
Somebody nice and sweet and kind
They don't have to be rich
Or have lots of toys
Just don't be somebody
Who hates little boys

sad story ;good poem

That was nice~! :) Very sad story indeed though.

Yeah, I still get sad when I think about this one.