stoppa misshandel !
"Daddy... It hurts "
This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DONT PASS THIS ON YOU DONT
...HAVE A SOUL!!! SO PLEASE DO READ IT ONLY ONCE :) IT WONT TAKE MORE THEN 5 MIN
Thanks !!
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 werent ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.
I cant do a wrong,
I can speak at all,
Or else Im locked up,
All day long.
When Im awake,
Im all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks arent home.
When my mommy does come home,
Ill try and be nice,
So maybe Ill just get,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlies bar
I hear him curse,
My name is called ,
I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
Im so afraid now,
Im 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.
Hes 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.
Im sorry! I scream,
But its now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable sh ape.
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 you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And dont pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as "Daddy ... It hurts"
If you do not send this to everyone you know
Then you obviously dont care about child abuse.
At first I thought this was just a chain letter
And I wasnt going to send it either,
But now I realize that this is an important situation.
At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!
This happens across the board, no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity.:(
Jag säger bara det.. FY FAN ! hur i helvete kan man bete sig sådär ?! Göra så mot sina egna barn ?! Vilka jävla själlösa, okänsliga, hjärtlösa odågor !! Man blir bara så ARG då man hör om sånthär, bara önskar man skulle kunna göra något åt sånthär ! Tyvärr kan man ju inte riktigt det, eftersom man kanske inte alltid förstår vad som pågår hos någon innan det redan är hänt !
Men jag kan fan lova att om jag någonsin misstänker något sånthär, så tänker jag genast försöka ta tag i saken ! Jag är starkt emot barnmisshandel ! Och ja, misshandel överlag såklart !
Aldrig, ALDRIG att jag skulle kunna förstå hur man kan göra såhär mot någon !
VARFÖR ? :( ååh..
KRAM !
This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DONT PASS THIS ON YOU DONT
...HAVE A SOUL!!! SO PLEASE DO READ IT ONLY ONCE :) IT WONT TAKE MORE THEN 5 MIN
Thanks !!
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 werent ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.
I cant do a wrong,
I can speak at all,
Or else Im locked up,
All day long.
When Im awake,
Im all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks arent home.
When my mommy does come home,
Ill try and be nice,
So maybe Ill just get,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlies bar
I hear him curse,
My name is called ,
I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
Im so afraid now,
Im 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.
Hes 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.
Im sorry! I scream,
But its now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable sh ape.
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 you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And dont pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as "Daddy ... It hurts"
If you do not send this to everyone you know
Then you obviously dont care about child abuse.
At first I thought this was just a chain letter
And I wasnt going to send it either,
But now I realize that this is an important situation.
At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!
This happens across the board, no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity.:(
Jag säger bara det.. FY FAN ! hur i helvete kan man bete sig sådär ?! Göra så mot sina egna barn ?! Vilka jävla själlösa, okänsliga, hjärtlösa odågor !! Man blir bara så ARG då man hör om sånthär, bara önskar man skulle kunna göra något åt sånthär ! Tyvärr kan man ju inte riktigt det, eftersom man kanske inte alltid förstår vad som pågår hos någon innan det redan är hänt !
Men jag kan fan lova att om jag någonsin misstänker något sånthär, så tänker jag genast försöka ta tag i saken ! Jag är starkt emot barnmisshandel ! Och ja, misshandel överlag såklart !
Aldrig, ALDRIG att jag skulle kunna förstå hur man kan göra såhär mot någon !
VARFÖR ? :( ååh..
KRAM !
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