What have I done to you?

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This is for nicholelovesya's contest. I hope nothing like this happens to any other animal. The topic is animal abuse.

Submitted: May 25, 2011

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What Have I Done To You?

  What have I done to you,

  that you treat me so badly,

 even if I have not done anything to harm you.

 Why do you hit me?

 did I do something wrong?

 Everytime I look into your eyes,

 I only see hatred for me.

What have i done for you to hate me so much?

Locked in a cage, slashed at with knives,

until the crimson liquid puddled the floor.

You don't start your day withougt a painful whimper from me.

Am I only meant for torture, not love?

Why is my poor tail stamped on?

You laugh with your friends seeing my pain.

Do I have no feelings?

Do I feel no pain?

You come back after having a hard day,

I happiely rush to meet you, even after all you ahave done to me.

What do you do then?

You take the pen knife and slash out at me and then laugh when you see me huddled on the floor in my own pool of blood.

Does it not hurt me?

Dinner time comes and you go out to party,

without leaving me a scrap to eat.

I starve until you come back home,

quite late and quite drunk

I hold out my food bowl for you, asking for food.

you just stare at me with those drunken eyes of yours and call me rude names. 

I loom at you with my warmest stare,

But you just kick me aside as if I am rubbish.

What more could I have expected?

You stamp on me and kick me once more,

Am I fire, that you are trying to put out?

At last you can't bear me anymore,

You take the knife and slash me again,

this time I have no more energy to stand up,

The blood that had once flown in me nd kept me alive was killing me now.

I was staring blankly at nothing, lying in a massive pool of blood until my vision faded,

and I felt the pain becoming worse,

I remembered all the times we spent together,

even if it was enjoyable to you, it was painful to me.

but it at least kept you happy, that was enough for a poor abused dog like me.

Witha a happy thought of freedom I closed my tired eyes and breathed in the last gulp of air that I will ever be breathing.

A/N- Well that was it!!! I hope you guys liked it. It ias made in 15 miniuts so it is a bit rushed. Please ignore the spelling mistakes I made!! Let me tell you what happened before all of this, like a summary, in case you are confused.

A twenty-one year old boy bought a little doggy saying that he wanted a companion in his lonely life(to his parents). Little did his parents know that he wanted something to realease his anger into. He bought the dog and for a few days he treated the dog very lovingly. That is how the dog came to love im so much. In a few days, its torture started and this is written in the poor doggy's point of view. I hope it makes you cry or at least feel a pang in your heart. Nicolelovesya, i hope you liked it!!!! Please put a comment on this poem, a fruit of hard work, at least for the late dog's state. *sobs*


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