daDdy iT huRts....

I reAd tHiS fRoM a pOst sOmEoNe mAde...

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 cant do a wrong I cant speak at all

Or else im locked up All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark My folks arent home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back From Chariles bar

I hear him curse My name is called

I press myself Against the wall

I try to hideFrom his evil eyes

Im 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

Hes 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,

"Im sorry!", I scream

But its now much to late

His face has been twisted Into an 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

I pRay foR tHe sAfety oF aLL kiDs out tHere whO haVe abuSive paRenTs...