This is A TRUE STORY AND IF Ты DON'T PASS THIS ON Ты DON'T HAVE A SOUL!!!
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,
или else I'm locked up,
All день 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 Кости nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With еще bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's 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,
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
And Ты can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If Ты read this,
And don't pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness,
Ты would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because Ты ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask Ты to do,
Is pass this on!
IF Ты ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... It hurts'
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,
или else I'm locked up,
All день 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 Кости nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With еще bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's 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,
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
And Ты can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If Ты read this,
And don't pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness,
Ты would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because Ты ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask Ты to do,
Is pass this on!
IF Ты ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... It hurts'
"If Ты look at those protests in France, the size and level of
protest doesn't really relate to what they're
protesting about. I think there's something underneath
that people are feeling, particularly the younger
generation. We feel like we've been born into some
pre-created situation where we don't actually have any
control over anything. We've got an aging population
as well and that control factor grates a little bit. I
feel that I'm feeling pessimistic and frustrated about it all but at the same time I'm not against revolutionary moves and I wouldn't be
ashamed to have incited a small riot, if it's for a
good cause."
protest doesn't really relate to what they're
protesting about. I think there's something underneath
that people are feeling, particularly the younger
generation. We feel like we've been born into some
pre-created situation where we don't actually have any
control over anything. We've got an aging population
as well and that control factor grates a little bit. I
feel that I'm feeling pessimistic and frustrated about it all but at the same time I'm not against revolutionary moves and I wouldn't be
ashamed to have incited a small riot, if it's for a
good cause."
i am me
in many bodies
i am me
in many minds
there is the witch within
she is my anger
she speaks to me and trys to control me
there is the gatekeeper
he is my self control
he is my savior and my enemy
there is the soldier
he is the fighter
he is there when all is not lost
there is the peace
she fights the nightmares
it is she who i love
there is the turmoil
he is the strongest one
he is the witches bodygaurd
there is the animial
a he and she
my lust
then there is the law
my conscience
she tells me what is right
we are me
in many bodies
we are me
in many minds
in many bodies
i am me
in many minds
there is the witch within
she is my anger
she speaks to me and trys to control me
there is the gatekeeper
he is my self control
he is my savior and my enemy
there is the soldier
he is the fighter
he is there when all is not lost
there is the peace
she fights the nightmares
it is she who i love
there is the turmoil
he is the strongest one
he is the witches bodygaurd
there is the animial
a he and she
my lust
then there is the law
my conscience
she tells me what is right
we are me
in many bodies
we are me
in many minds
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drowning your sorrows
dosent make a better tomorrow
the brightness of the light
a thumping in your head
do Ты feel better for it?
was it worth it?
the drop of the drip
when you've had too many sips
the tube down your throat
and the pumping of the pump
do Ты feel better for it?
was it worth it?
admit it!
you've got a problem
face it!
face on
do Ты feel better for it?
was it worth it?
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drowning your sorrows
dosent make a better tomorrow
the brightness of the light
a thumping in your head
do Ты feel better for it?
was it worth it?
the drop of the drip
when you've had too many sips
the tube down your throat
and the pumping of the pump
do Ты feel better for it?
was it worth it?
admit it!
you've got a problem
face it!
face on
do Ты feel better for it?
was it worth it?
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