hiya!!!!!!!

age: you don't really need to know

height: same thing

hair:blond going brown

eye color: blueish,greyish,greenish

name: ; really?

hi I'm Nightfury ,i don't own any of the shows i write about. and if they suck, then tell me. (goes and crys in a corner) but if i did then i make sure everything happens.

hidan: what the fuck are you upset about bitch?

me:GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR HIDAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

HIDAN: ...FUCK *gets cut into peices*

kakuzu: i am NOT hleping you.

This is a poem about a little girl who was abused. If you care at all, post this into your profile

My 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've 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 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.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now,

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says it's 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 scream

But it's now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

child abuse: MAKE IT STOP!!

Month one

Mommy I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs.

I love the sound of your voice.

Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs.

The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb.

If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby.

I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.

It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy I'm a boy!!

I hope that makes you happy.

I always want you to be happy.

I don't like it when you cry.

You sound so sad.

It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy my hair is starting to grow.

It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it.

I spend a lot of my time exercising.

I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs.

I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.

Mommy, he lied to you.

He said that I'm not a baby.

I am a baby Mommy, your baby.

I think and feel.

Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.

I don't like him.

He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home.

The doctor called it a needle.

Mommy what is it?

It burns!

Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy I am okay.

I am in Jesus's arms.

He is holding me.

He told me about abortion.

Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cryed post this in your profile

I've always been The quiet one at school,

People know me as confident and friendly,

If only they knew the real me

Im not confident, but I'm friendly.

I wish people could look at me and see me for me.