wendy wayero

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  READ THIS ITS REALLY SAD
  
  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!
  
  
  
  If you read this
  
  
  
  and dont pass it on
  
  
  
  I pray for your forgivness
  
  
  
  Because you would have to be
  
  
  
  One heartless person
  
  
  
  To not be effected
  
  
  
  By this Poem
  
  
  
  And because u r effected,
  
  
  
  Do something about it!
  
  
  
  So all i ask you to do
  
  
  
  Is pass this on!
  
  
  
  IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
  
  
  
  PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !!
  REPOST THIS AS . No Kid Should Go Through This.

  wendy wayero, September 15th, 2007 at 06:29:11am

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  i love my chemical romance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  wendy wayero, September 15th, 2007 at 05:48:01am