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This is an nasty poem that you almost starts to cry when you read it.
Remember how some kids have it while some others are so spoiled?
NOW YOU WILL READ ABOUT SOME IDIOTIC PARENTS AND THEIR CHILDREN CHRIS!
My name is Chris, I'm 3 years
My eyes are swollen, I can't see.
I must be stupid, I must be bad.
What else could made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I were not ugly
I wish i was cute.
Then maybe my mommy
Still wanted me.
I can't do anything right,
I can't speak at all ..
if i do, they lock me in,
All day long.
When I wake up I'm all alone,
The house is dark and empty.
My parents are not home.
When my mother gets home
I try to be nice.
Then I might just
get one slap tonight.
I just heard a car.
My daddy is back from
Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse.
I hear him say my name.
I pressed myself against the wall.
I try to hide from
His devil eyes.
I'm so scared.
I starts to cry.
He finds me weeping,
He calls me ugly names.
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work.
He hits me
and he yells at me.
I'm finally free,
And i run to the door.
He's already locked it,
And I start to cry.
He grabs me and throws
Me against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my father continues to call me ugly names.
I scream "I'm sorry"
But it's too late.
His face contorted into
insensitivity.
The pain. The pain.
Again and again.
Oh please God, forgive me.
Please, let this end.
He finally stops
and heads for the door
While I lay there motionless.
Crying on the floor.
My name is Chris.
I'm 3 years old.
This night, my father murdered me.
You can help ...
if read it here and don't forwards it
I pray for your soul.
Because otherwise, you must be a
heartless person who's not
concerned by this poem.
But, if you are concerned,
please do something ..
So I'll ask you; Copy it!
Copy If you are against child abuse
This is an nasty poem that you almost starts to cry when you read it.
Remember how some kids have it while some others are so spoiled?
NOW YOU WILL READ ABOUT SOME IDIOTIC PARENTS AND THEIR CHILDREN CHRIS!
My name is Chris, I'm 3 years
My eyes are swollen, I can't see.
I must be stupid, I must be bad.
What else could made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I were not ugly
I wish i was cute.
Then maybe my mommy
Still wanted me.
I can't do anything right,
I can't speak at all ..
if i do, they lock me in,
All day long.
When I wake up I'm all alone,
The house is dark and empty.
My parents are not home.
When my mother gets home
I try to be nice.
Then I might just
get one slap tonight.
I just heard a car.
My daddy is back from
Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse.
I hear him say my name.
I pressed myself against the wall.
I try to hide from
His devil eyes.
I starts to cry.
He finds me weeping,
He calls me ugly names.
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work.
He hits me
and he yells at me.
I'm finally free,
And i run to the door.
He's already locked it,
And I start to cry.
He grabs me and throws
Me against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my father continues to call me ugly names.
I scream "I'm sorry"
But it's too late.
His face contorted into
insensitivity.
The pain. The pain.
Again and again.
Oh please God, forgive me.
Please, let this end.
He finally stops
and heads for the door
While I lay there motionless.
Crying on the floor.
My name is Chris.
I'm 3 years old.
This night, my father murdered me.
You can help ...
if read it here and don't forwards it
I pray for your soul.
Because otherwise, you must be a
heartless person who's not
concerned by this poem.
But, if you are concerned,
please do something ..
So I'll ask you; Copy it!
Copy If you are against child abuse
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