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A man came out of his home to admire his new truck.
To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paintwork of the truck.
The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into a pulp as punishment.
When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried deperatly to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boys hands.
when the boy woke up from surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy i'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?"
The father went home & committed suicide
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 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 aren't home.
when my mommy does come,
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 back,
from charlies bar.
i hear him curse,
my name he calls.
i press myself,
agenst the hard wall.
i try and hide,
from his evil eyes.
i'm so afraid now,
im starting to cry.
he finds me wheeping,
he shouts ugly words.
he says it's my fault,
that he suffers at work.
he slaps me and his me,
and yells at me more.
i finally get free,
and i run for the door.
he's already locked it,
as i start to bawl.
he takes me and throws me,
agenst 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 imaginable hate.
the hurt and the pain,
ageain 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 sarah,
and i am but three.
tonight my daddy,
murdered me.
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