I wish to share with you all this story or a poem I got from my email. I thought its just some junks story but as I go on, I cant help not to get worried. Being a mother and a daughter as well. I cant imagine that there are some father or dad, that can be so brutal to their child. I'm not sure of the authenticy of the story but if ever it is true, its really disheartening to know that some people are heartless and cruel even to their offspring.
As I read the story it reminds me of the movie, "ENOUGH" and the soundtrack, "ALIVE" by Jennifer Lopez, and happened to be one of my review
(https://mouthshut.com/review/Alive_-_Jennifer_Lopez-183782-1.html) where the father and husband has an unstable mind, to the extent that he can attack his wife and daughter anytime he wants if he gets mad. Its really hard to live with a monstrous husband/ and dad at the same time everyday of your life. You don't know if you are safe or not, or how long will you stay ALIVE! So let me share the story for you to understand more what I mean living with a monstrous person, day in and day out!
Here's the forwarded post;
With all that people do, to keep this from happening it still happens. It is so sad- what it does to a soul that does not know how to live this life because of their childhood.
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,
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 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 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 you can help,
Sickens me to the soul.
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 don't care about child abuse. At first I thought this was just a chain letter and I wasn't 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. Please help.
angel_babes: Whether its true or not, there's nothing we loose if we pas this on. But something we can do if we share this story to everyone. Its an awareness and a wake up call for each one of us. The culprit could be just around our neighborhood and the fallen victim is just within our reach. Lets help one another and try to contact any authority to stop these abuses.
Thank you for reading and let's be vigilant to this kind of person/people.
angel_babe55
PS: The picture above is the picture attached on the forwarded email.