Daddy It Hurts....

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 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 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, 
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"

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