Sarah Poem by black broken heart

my name is sarah
i am but three
my eyes are swollan
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 mabe my mummy
would still want to hug me
i can't speak at all
i can't do a wrong
or else im locked up
all the day long
when i awake im all alone
the house is dark
my folks r\arn't home
when my mummy does come home
i'll try to be nice
so maybe ill get
just one whipping tonight.
dont make a sound!
i just heard a car!
daddy is back from charlies bar
i hear him curse
my name he calls
i press myself
against the hard wll
i try to hide from
his evil eyes
im so affraid now
im starting to cry he finds mr weeping
he shouts ugly words
he says its my fault
he suffers at work
he slaps me and hits me
and shouts at me more
i finally get free
and run to the door
hes already locked it
and ive started to bawl
he takes me and throws me
against the hard wall
i fall the the floor bones nearly broken
and my daddy continues
with more bad words spoken
'im sorry' i scream
but its much to late
his face has been twisted
into an unimaginable hate
the hurt and the pain
again and again
oh' please god have mercy!
oh' please let it end
and he finally stops
and heads to the door
while i lay motionless
spread on the floor.

my name is sarah
and i am but three
tonight my daddy murdered me! ! !

i didnt right this poem but i feel the pain of this gal, even if its not a true story, xx