• my name is chris iam 3 tonight my daddy murdered me.
    i sit alone on my bed.
    waiting or mommy and daddy to come home.
    i look out the windo mommys home
    i run down the stairs waiting to be fed.
    i am starved to death
    i look in the kichen mommys there
    I trynot to stare all of a sudden
    a car door slams daddys back
    i look around for a place to hide but i am too late
    daddy walkes through the door he lifts me up in the air
    and throughs me on the wall
    its your fault i got fired
    me laying there on the ground waiting to be found
    all my bones nearly broken
    my name is chris i am 3 tonight my daddy murderd me.