Tuesday, April 27, 2010

A Cry For Help

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 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 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

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