The Pain Again And Again Poem by Hillary Hill

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 wernt ugly
Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me
I cant do wrong
I cant speak at all
or else I`m locked up all day long.
When I`m awake,
I`m all alone.
The house is dark
my folks arn`t home.
When my mommy does come home,
I`ll try and do good,
I`ll try and be nice
so maybe I`ll just get,
one whipping tonite
I just heard the car,
my daddy is back from Charlies bar.
I hear him curse,
my name is called
I press myself against the wall.
I try to hide from his evil eyes
I am so afaid now,
I am starting to cry
He finds me wheeping,
calls me ugly words
He says its my fault
he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
and yells at me more
I finally get free and run to the door
He`s already locked it
And I start to cry
He takes me and throws me against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
with my bones nearly broken
And my daddy continues
' I`m sorry' I scream
His face has been twisted into and unimaginalble shape
the hurt and the pain
again and again
ohh please god have murcy
ohh 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
Tonite my Daddy
Murdered me
(This is a true story by the way. It is very sad. It was on facebook. I still cry everytime I read it...: tears')