daddy it hurts

[missndan]

Daddy it hurts :.

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Body: THIS IS A TRUE STORY AND iF YOU DONT PASS THiS ON YOU DONT HAVE A SOUL!!!

My name is Dameion
I am 2 months old,
My eyes and leg are swollen
I cannot see, can not move
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
Then maybe my daddy
Would want to hug me.




I cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.




When im awake im all alone
I'll try and not cry
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
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He slaps and hits me
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,
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
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Dameion
I am 2 months old,
Tonight my daddy
broke my leg and left me all bruised.



And if you read this
and don't pass it on
I pray for your forgivness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be affected
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!



PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !!
REPOST THIS AS "daddy it hurts"

[busymommyof2785]

May. 25, 2008 at 9:22 PM Someone should string that daddy up by his thumbs...SORRY BUT THAT IS THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT CHILD ABRUSE.

[MyndRayne]

Sep. 14, 2008 at 1:53 AM

here is the original version of the poem that you butchered, it was written by one of my friends. in your version, you quote the child as being only 2 months old, but didn't take the time to change the line   "My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide".  a 2 month old wouldn't be able to cower against a wall, it's just not possible. and if you are not trying to claim this piece as your own, then you should give credit where credit is due.

if i sound like a bitch, i'm sorry, but i just hate when people steal other people's works.

My name is Sarah, I am but 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 mommy would still want to hug me.

I cant speak at all, I cant do a wrong, or else I'm locked up all day long.

When I 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 get just one whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound I just heard a car, my daddy is home from Charlies Bar.

I heard him curse, my name he called, I've pressed myself against the wall.

I try and hide from his evil eyes, I'm so afraid I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping, he shouts ugly words, he says it's my fault he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more, I finally get free and I run for the door.

Hes already locked and I started to ball, he takes me and throws me against the wall.

I fall to the floor with bones nearly broken, my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.

I'm sorry I screamed but it's much too late, his face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain again and again, oh please God have mercy oh please let it end.

Finally he stops and heads for the door, while i lay there motionless on the floor.

My name is Sarah I'm only three, tonight my daddy murdered me.

~Alyssa~