Child Abuse. Stop It. Period.

My name is Chris, and I am three. My eyes are swollen, and I cannot see.

I must be stupid, I must be bad... What else could make, 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 left all alone, the house is so dark, I guess they aren't home.

When mommy comes back, I'll try and be nice, so maybe I'll just get, one beating tonight.

I just heard a screech, it was the car. Looks like daddy's back, from that girl's bar.

I hear him curse, my name is called, so I press myself, right 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, says those dark words. He says its my fault, that he suffers at work.

He slaps me 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 bones nearly broken, and daddy continues, more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!', I scream, but now it's too late, his face has been twisted, into a monstorus shape.

This hurt and this 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 lifeless, sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris, and I am three. And tonight of all nights, my daddy murdered me.

Child Abuse. Stop it. Period.

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