Daddy, It hurts!
This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON
YOU DON'T HAVE A SOUL!!!
My name is Chris,
I am three, My eyes are swollen..I cannot see.
I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have 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 do a wrong, I can't speak at
all, Or else I'm locked up, All day long.
When I'm awake, I'm all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren't
home.
When my mommy does come home, I'll
try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get, One whipping
tonight.
I just heard a car, My daddy is back, From
Charlie's bar I hear him curse, My name is called, I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try to hide, From his evil eyes, I'm so afraid
now, I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping, Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault, He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me, And yells at me more, I finally
get free, And run to 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 to late,
His face has been twisted, Into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain, Again and again, O please God, have mercy! O
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 Chris, I am three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered
me.
And you can help, Sickens me to the
soul, If you read this, and don't pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness, You would have to be, One heartless
person, Not to be affected, By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected, Do something about it! So all I ask
you to do, IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... it hurts' If you do not send this to
everyone you know Then you obviously don't care about child
abuse.
Daddy, It hurts! This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS
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Jul 9, 2010 9:54pm