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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 mommy 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 anything right,I can't speak at all Or else im locked up All day long.
When iawake im all alone, the house is dark My mom isn'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 mommy is back From Charlie's bar.
I hear her curse, my name is called, I press myself against the wall, I try to hide,
From her evil eyes, I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry, she finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,She says its my fault, She suffers at work.She slaps and hits me, And yells at me more,I finally get free, And run to the door, She's already locked it, And i start to bawl,She takes me and throws me, Against the hard wall, I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly broken, And my mommy continues,
With more bad words spoken,"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late, Her 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 she finally stops, And heads for the door, While i lay there motionless, Brawled on the floor, My name is chris, I am three, tonight my mommy murdered me.m



I wish i could say the something, but i can't i'm still here and there never was a dad......