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 right, 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 mummy does come home,
I'll try and be nice, so maybe
I'll just get one beating tonight.
I just heard a car, my daddy is
Back from Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse, my name is called
I press my self against the wall.
I try to hide from his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words, says it my fault
He suffers at work.
He kicks, and hits me,
And yells at me more.
I finally get free and run to the door.
He already locked it, I start to bawl,
As he throws me against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor,
My bones nearly broken,
As he continues with more bad
Words spoken.
'Im sorry!' I scream but it's know
Much to late.
His face has been twisted into
An unimaginable shape.
The hurt, and the pain, again and again, O pleas let it end.
He finally stops, and heads for the door,
As I lay motionless sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris...
I am three...
Tonight my daddy murdered me..
-Don't child abuse!
No child deserves it!👌😡😭
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