My name is Chris
I am three
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
یا else im locked up
All دن long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent ہوم
When my mommy does come ہوم
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 دیوار
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 دیوار
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With مزید 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 آپ can help
Sickens me to the soul,
And if آپ read this
and dont pass it on
I pray for your forgivness
Because آپ would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
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And because u r effected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask آپ to do
Is pass this on!