My name is Kristy
I am but 3
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see
I must be love for
I am punished by
Ciggerett burns
I must do right
I can't do worng
or else im locked
up all day long
Im no more than
an expencive joke
no more than
speed or dope
Be quite now i
hear teh car
My dad is back
from Luckys Bar
I hear him curse
my name he calls
I squeese myself
against the wall
on my bed its
to late his face
has twisted into
Hate! ! ! ! !
I feel the pain
again and again
Oh dear GOD! ! !
please let this end
My name is Kristy
I am but 3
Last night My
Father Murdered Me! ! ! !
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