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 can't do a wrong,
I can't 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 Charlie's 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 it's 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.
And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
and don't pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... it hurts'
If you do not send this to everyone you know
Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
At first I thought this was just a chain letter,
and I wasn't going to send it either,
but now I realize that this is an important situation.
At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse.
I got this e-mail and wanted to send this to the viewers of this blog,
thank you for reading and send it to someone you know.
3 comments:
ouchies
its good that some are luckier - they are simply left with scars, that they are, hopefully, able to at least partially recover from...
: (
although, some can't recover *crying*
Tell me how far you want to go
do you want to see him on the floor - Yes
do you want him to kneel before you
do you want him to beg for mercy
Thoughts of vengeance whipped from humility
you don't see or hear anything
your sick feelings
don't give him a chance
your rage does not want to die
and only that keeps you alive
You can, you want and will never forgive
and you condemn his life
you drift in the insanity from
excessive anger, destruction and vengeance,
you were born to hate
My rage does not want to die
my rage does not want to die
my rage will never die
You ram your hatred like a stone
into him Ramming stone -
you have pursued, hunted, and cursed him
and he has taken his heels, crawling
You can, you want and will never forgive
and you condemn his life
you drift in the insanity from
excessive anger, destruction and vengeance,
you were born to hate
My rage does not want to die
my rage does not want to die
my rage will never die
You can, you want and will never forgive
and you condemn his life
you drift in the insanity from
excessive anger, destruction and vengeance,
you were born to hate
My rage does not want to die
my rage does not want to die
my rage will never die
- Till Lindemann
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