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Daddy it Hurts *Possible Trigger*

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I am not sure where this originated, but it is sad to think of in how many homes this could become reality.


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 heard 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 it's 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 too late.
His face has been twisted into an unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain, again, and,again.
Oh please, God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops, and heads for the door,
While I lie there motionless, sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris, I am three.
Tonight my daddy murdered me.
 

liveinhope

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#9
:sad: why oh why do adults ever want or need to inflict this on children, do they know the devestation it causes so many, little chris is i prey in a better place and has found what its like to be cared for, protected and loved, as all children should be.
Very moving cryyyyyyyyy
 

lost_child

Well-Known Member
#16
I read this a while ago, its so sad and what's sadder is that it continues to happen everyday and people turn a blind eye... 1in4 girls in the uk are effected by abuse, 1in6 boys in the uk are effected by abuse..its sickening...and more needs to be done to stop the sick perverts do hurt children, those children turn into adults like me, like ari, gentlelady, dazzle, donethat, see...not enough support, understanding is avaliable..sorry to rant.

I wish the last line was true for me..
 
#17
:hug:
Many times I do too, lost_child. But here we all are, struggling to make it through. We do what we can to rise above it. We are victims, but most of all, we are survivors.
 
#18
I could hardly bring myself to post because I'm shaking so much, and I'm in tears. No matter how bad my situation gets, it's impossible to wallow in self-pity while this continues. I'm just blown away. :sad:
 

Dahak

Well-Known Member
#20
I am not sure where this originated, but it is sad to think of in how many homes this could become reality.


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 heard 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 it's 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 too late.
His face has been twisted into an unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain, again, and,again.
Oh please, God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops, and heads for the door,
While I lie there motionless, sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris, I am three.
Tonight my daddy murdered me.
OMG that is so sad:sad:
 
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