I really don't think Mommy and Daddy love me. It gets so lonely here I just want to cry. And I just can't understand why. I always try to be as good as I can be, But they always say I'm just in the way. Will they miss me when I'm gone? No, I don't think they will. I long to hear them say they love me. I wait for hugs that will never be. The yelling and hiting are such a fright. I cry myself to sleep almost every night. God, I'm happy to be going home with you today. I will be forever in your loving arms, And no longer will I be in anyone's way.
Betty Barnard 2003
