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 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 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
 zipers n buttons · Fri Jan 05, 2007 @ 09:16pm · 1 Comments |
