Thursday, October 4, 2007

It hurts
THIS A TRUE STORY AND iF YOU DONT PASS THiS ON YOU DONT HAVE A SOUL!!!

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 im locked up


All day long.


When im awake im all alone


The house is dark


My folks arent home


When my mommy does come home


I'll try and be nice,


So maybe ill just get


One whipping tonight.


I just heard a car


My daddy is back


From Chariles bar


I hear him curse


My name is called


I press myself


Against the wall


I try to hide


From his evil eyes


Im 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


Hes 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,


"Im 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


And you can help


Sickens me to the soul,


And if you read this


and don't pass it on


I pray for your forgivness


Because you would have to be


One heartless person


To not be affected


By this Poem


And because U R affected,


Do something about it!


So all i ask you to do


Is pass this on!



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