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 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 d..............................oescome
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, 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, If you read this, And
don't re-post it. 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, Is re-post this on! If you don't.. Then you obviously
don't care about child abuse