I'm sorry but today it's a very depressing post. i recently saw this happening to a little boy:
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 make my daddy so mad?
i wish i was better i wish i wasn't ugly
then maybe my mummy would still want to hug me
i can't say a word or do anything wrong
otherwise 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 mum does come home, i'll try and be nice
so maybe i'll just get one whipping tonight
i heard him curse i heard his car
my daddy is back from charlie's bar
he curses again, 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 me and hits me and yells at me more
i finally get free and run to the door
but he's already locked it and i start to bawl
he takes me and throws me, hard against the wall
i fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken
but my daddy continues with more bad words spoken
i'm sorry! i scream but it's now much too late
his face has been twisted to a cold, heartless shape
the hurt and the pain again and again
oh please lord have mercy! oh please let it end!
he finally stops, and heads for the door,
while i lay there, motionless, sprawled on the floor
my name is Chris and i am three
today my daddy murdered me
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