a boy called Chris

My name is Chris ,I am three ,My eyes are swollen ...,I can not 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 wish I weren't ugly ,Then maybe my mommy ,Would still want to hug me .

I can't do a wrong ,I cant 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 to be nice ,So maybe I'll just get , One whipping tonight .

I just heard a car ,My daddy is back,From the local bar .

I hear him curse ,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 .

He finds me weeping ,Calls me ugly words ,He says it's my fault ,He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me ,And yells at me more ,I finally get free ,And run for the door .

He's 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 .

"I'm sorry!", I scream ,But it's now much to late ,His face has been twisted ,Into an  unimaginable shape .

The hurt and the pain ,Again and again ,Oh 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 ,And tonight my daddy ,Murdered me ...............

The End

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