Hello Dear members and to our Visitors. I was talking with the owner of this new Forum for Sylvia Likens. A memorial. This man is very eager as we are to have a voice for Sylvia! When at one time this innocent girls voice and screams fell on deaf ears, evil ears who only ever listened for trouble, however, never heard the pleas and the terror pouring out from this poor young girl.
'Fugi' had approached me letting me know that he had a link for this forum so I am returning the favour. I also see he has linked 'The Sylvia Likens' board, some who are members. I want to join this paceful place.
In truth we should be pulling together, we should all realise no one has any copy right over this tragic story. Thats why this forum is very significant. WE do have our own little memorial on here. However this place is absolutely unique. The imag seen and the lay out has been decorated by purity and euphoria. Please visit. Here is a little poem ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CHOSEN Just like pages in a book my life flickers, I see a bright shining light But this feels like hell again, tonight
The chapter in this book is coming to an end I see the basement door open I even hear her -rapid breathing I wish I could chooe to die may ht ones who said they loved me, pretend they are greiving That will cost them their dignity...as for me? Theres no way out for me I huddle up hands pressed on my lap remenbering I'd hide my smile to hide my chipped tooth I was shy,, I was pretty, hey I once visited a city. Mamma always said I was pretty. Look im falling....falling from the end of the bridge paved in gold.
I feel like a plant with no rain and a stem that grows only with pain Im the color of the floorboards and they just jump on top of them toohowever, its just my imagination. Im terrified I await for her to scold, boiling water morre beatings from her crew its just the same pain but it escalates, she grins down at me as she anticipaes. All my bones are broken, why me....why was I sent here to die---why was I sent, I have been chosen Love. Love, only love keeps growing my life is a stunt growth eating away at me, The others fill up with hatred and are topped up with the sadism they keep showing. Release...release, oh please keep them away from the pain that is going to happen to me I lay thereand heard them, taunting and humiliating me My death is my signature, its sealed and delivered too it shows what I am-no one gave a damb. Especially a demonic presence called Gertrude.
Gpodbye...I,m sorry Jenny but Im so confused about you. Now I can understand everyone who lived alone.......desperately in need of solitude. They say there is a million ways to die only one comes to mind, oh gono....alone, in to finding a light, well here I go Its beautiful its likeon a Golden pond--angels skating in wjat seems to be golden snow.vinb
"Bye bye." she said with one side of her beautiful face swollen This is it my God came to me to fnd a new life he had chosen. Fo me I am reborn. You will always be filthy stitched with the rags you had worn. I dont know how anyone can treat another the way you, despised me and wanted me to die Your in hell, your frozen. Choosing the existance you had chosen, I ont have a heart that could hate." She thought buying in to the darness that made her so distraught, finally she looked at Gerty and wondered if she would cry but her face remained like stone. Sylvia whispered as she was close to dying, "But why....why...why."