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 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 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 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 its 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
 Srawled on the floor
 My name is Chris
 I am three,
 Tonight my daddy
 Murdered me

I didn't write this! I found it on my profile on a old site I use to write on and thought I'd share it here...