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.