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Hazardous12 Report | 01/09/2009 7:36 pm

�This is so sad.



































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 im locked up

















All day long.

















When im awake im 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 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

















Brawled on the floor

















My name is chris

















I am three,

















Tonight my daddy

















Murdered me

















And you can help

















Sickens me top the soul,

















And if you read this

















and don't pass it on

















I pray for your forgiveness

















Because you would have to be

















One heartless person

















To not be effected

















By this Poem

















Do something about it!

















So all I ask you to do

















Is pass this on!

















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