Daddy, It hurts!
OMG....Read this....It is so sad...I
cryed...
This is A TRUE
STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU DON'T HAVE A
SOUL!!!
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 a 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 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'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, O please God, have mercy! O 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
pass it on.
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, IF YOU ARE AGAINST
CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... it
hurts' If you do not send this to everyone you know Then you
obviously don't care about child abuse