"Daddy......it hurts" |
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.
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 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.
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar
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.
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
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.