My name is Misty, I am 3
My eyes are swollen, i can not see
I must do right, i can't do wrong
or else i'm locked up all day long
When i wake up i'm all alone,
the house is dark, my folks aren't home.
I must not be loved because
i am punished by cigarette burns.
Be quiet now! I hear the car,
Dad is back from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse my name, he calls
I squeeze myself against the wall.
on my bed, it's to late
his face is twisted into hate.
I feel the pain again and again
Oh dear God let it end.
My name is Misty. I am 3.
And last night my father murdered me.
