My name is Zack I am three, My eyes are swollen. . .I cannot see. I must be stupid,I must be bad, What else could have made daddy so mad? I wish I was better,I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe 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 awake I am alone, The house is dark my folks aren't home. When my mommy comes home I'll try and be nice, Maybe I'll get one whipping tonight. I hear a car my daddy is back, I hear him curse,then he calls Zack. I try and hide from his evil eyes, I am so afraid,I start to cry. He finds me weeping,calls me ugly words, He says it's my falt he suffers from work. He slaps and hits me and yells some more, I finally get free and run for the door. He's already locked it,so I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me against a hard wall. I fall to the floor with bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken. "I'M SORRY!"I scream,but it's to late, His face has been twisted into a unimaginable shape. The hurt,the pain again and again, Oh lord have mercy or please let it end! He finally stops and heads for the door, While I lay there on the floor. My name is Zack,I am three, Tonight my daddy . . .murdered me.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 12.06.2012

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