When I cry.. When I cry, i want to do it in the rain. Because no one can tell the difference between my teardrops, and the rain....

Child Abuse.. My name is Chris I am 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 can’t do a wrong I can’t speak at all Or else im locked up All day long. When im awake im 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 just get One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back FromStephany's bar. I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From hisscary eyes I’m so afraid now I’m starting to cry He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door He’s already locked it 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, “I’m sorry!”, I scream But its now much to late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape 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 Sprawledon the floor My name is Chris I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me. -Like if you are against child abuse!

Before I go.. Right before I die, i wanna be like "I've hidden the treasure in...."