the thing that killed misty

my name is misty
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 werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still want to hug me

i cant speak at all
i cant do a wrong
or else im locked up
all the day long

when i awake
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home

when mommy does come
ill try and be nice
so maybe ill get
just one whipping tonight

dont make a sound!
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlies bar

i hear him curse
my name he calls
i press myself
against the wall

i try and hide
from his evil eyes
im so afraid now
im starting to cry

he finds me weeping
he shouts ugly words
he says its my fault
that 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 it
and i start to bawl
he takes ma and throws me
against the hard wall

i fall to the floor
with my bones nearly broken
my daddy continues
with more bad words spoken

“im sorry!” i scream
but its now much to late
his face has ben twisted
into unimaginable hate

the hurt and the pain
again and again
oh please god have mercy!
oh 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 misty
i am but three
tonight my daddy
murdered me……

this poem is dedicated to all those who have ben beaten or abused by their parents. no one should hav to go through that kind of pain and drama, and my prayers go out to you all…

By insertnamehere