Daddy It Hurts - Anonymous Anonymous, Pamela Lynn (best books to read for knowledge .txt) 📗

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 I'm awake, I'm 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 I'll 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.

I'm 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.

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 its now much too late.

His face has been twisted

Into an unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,

Again, and again.

Oh please, God, have mercy!

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.

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

Publication Date: 04-19-2013

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Dedication:
Every Child Who Has Survived Abuse, Be It From Your Parents and Family or From Your Partner