TRUE STORY AND iF YOU DONT PASS THiS ON YOU DONT HAVE A SOUL!!!

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 i'm locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't 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 Charlies bar

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From 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 a 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!!




This is poem that should never have been and you can help keep it from happening again. If you are like me it probably sickened you to the soul.You have read this. Now you must pass this blogspot address on to your friends and family so they can read it and keep it going. You can copy it to your email and keep it going, too. You would have to be One heartless person To not be affected By this Poem. But because U R affected, Do something about it! All I ask you to do Is pass this on IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Thanks.
Brenda