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 wern't ugly
Then maybe my mummy
Would still want to hug me
I can't do anything right
I can't speak at all
Or else I'm locked up
Forever more
When I'm awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mummy does come home
I'll try and be nice
So maybe ill just get
One beating tonight
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar
Where he's been all night
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 scared now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words
He says its my fault
He suffers at work
He kicks me and hits me
And yells some more
I finally get free
And run for the door
He's already locked it
I start to bawl
He takes me and throws me
Hard against the wall
Then 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
I'll pray for your forgiveness
You would have to be
One heartless person
Not to affected by thee
Child Abuse is not right and it has to stop
Hey there *pet name*!!!!
This isn't one that I wrote myself but one that I found circulating on bbm and I thought that you might like it.
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PoetryAs you can probably tell by the title, this isn't a story, but a few poems I wrote whilst I was bored. Hope you like it!!!