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 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.

Copy this if you were in anyway affected.

I thought that this could be the right ending in a way! You know the last chapter. Its such a sad thing I found on peoples profiles about abuse and well I Just had to put it up!!

okay.....So here are some of my own random pieces of poetry! I really want some feedback on them...Because some people say they are AWFUL and others say the Are Okay!

TELL ME!!!

The Girl

The girl ,happy and smiling

laughing and joking with her friends.

She seems happy no?

Look closer at her, at how she

flinches as people walk near her.

Noitce how in a crowd

She is uncomfortable.

She is different.

but she wants

No-one to know.

She hopes by keeping up an act

she can fool others.

No-one seems to notice, She is

to good of an actress.

They dont see her uneasiness

The dont care.

She was once the apple of her arents eyes

Now she is the crap on their shoes.

Hitting her to them is nothing

Like breathing.

How do I know all this

When the girl is such a good Actress

Simple

The Girl is me.

Stereo-Types.

Depression, darkneess,

they felt these things as their

classmates made snide remarks and sniggered

behind their backs

They had been normal once,

but certain events took place

abnormal things caught their eyes.

All they wanted was to be different,

not to be dragged into Stereotypes

But to be their own person.

But in their circumtances,

it was not possible,

Pulled Into the cliche groups of teenagers,

their thirst for Originality and Individuality

Could never be quenched.

Obeservations.

To you, they are normal people, but you unlike I can

not see the misery and pain behind their eyes.

Their faces masks put up to Fool others,

not put up well enough to foool those who are watching.

Being on the outside,

you see through the pretenses

and lowly you begin to recognise them.

Each person different mask.

One wears make up to cover

the bruises she recieves daily

from an angered Father

and a Non existent mother.

Another hides her depression,

with a happy exterior.

But of all the masks, the most uncommon,

Is of the person truly happy.

It is uncommon as there is no such thing as

PURE happiness.

It is a Myth, a Fable told to Us as

Children

To make us believe we had a shot at it.

As always its not true.

Okay!! Leave me a comment and tell me what you think!

PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!