My name is Chris I am three, My eyes are swollen  I cannot see,  I must be stupid  I must be bad,  What else coud 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 cant do a wrong  I cant 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 ill just get  One whipping tonight.  I just heard a car  My daddy is back  From Charlies 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  Hes 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 its 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 doo  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,  And if you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness  Because you would have to be  One heartless person  To not be affected  By this Poem  And because U R affected,  Do something about it!  So all i ask you to do  Is pass this on!  IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!  PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !!  RE-POST THIS AS "Daddy it Hurts