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saddddCategory: daddy it hurts
Monday, 23 November 2009
12:34:54 AM (GMT)
This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU DON'T HAVE A SOUL!!!
> > >
> > > 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 can't do a wrong,
> > > I can't 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 aren't home.
> > >
> > > When my mommy does come home,
> > > I'll try and be nice,
> > > So maybe I'll just get,
> > > One whipping tonight.
> > >
> > > I just heard a car,
> > > My daddy is back,
> > > From Charlie's bar
> > >
> > > I hear him curse,
> > > My name is called,
> > > I press myself,
> > > Against the wall.
> > >
> > > I try to hide,
> > > From his evil eyes,
> > > I'm 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.
> > >
> > > He's 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.
> > >
> > > 'I'm sorry!', I scream,
> > > But it's now much to late,
> > > His face has been twisted,
> > > Into a unimaginable sh ape.
> > >
> > > 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,
> > > If you read this,
> > > and don't pass it on.
> > >
> > > I pray for your forgiveness,
> > > You would have to be,
> > > One heartless person,
> > > Not to be affected,
> > > By this Poem.
> > >
> > > And because you ARE affected,
> > > Do something about it!
> > > So all I ask you to do,
> > > Is pass this on!
> > >
> > > IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
> > > Post this as 'Daddy ..... it hurts'
> > >
> > > If you do not send this to everyone you know
> > > Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
> > > At first I thought this was just a chain letter
> > > and I wasn't going to send it either,
> > > but now I realize that this is an important situation.
> > >
> > > At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse.
> > >


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