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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!