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 you are affected, 

Do something about it! 

So all i ask you to do 

Is pass this on! 

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