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 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 d..............................oescome
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, 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 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 re-post it. 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, Is re-post this on!
If you don't.. Then you obviously don't care about child
abuse
soccergal76 · 1 decade ago
omg that f**kin horrible!!!!!!!!!!!!!! poor kid:(
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