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 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’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 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.