Alaina Ream

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 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. I dont know if this is true but it is very sad and i almost made me cry. Even if its not true this goes on every day. So pray for the victims of child abuse.

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 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. I dont know if this is true but it is very sad and i almost made me cry. Even if its not true this goes on every day. So pray for the victims of child abuse.