It Has To Stop

~This was a poem writen by a friend. I thought it was absolutelly wonderfull, and she agreed to let me post it on this site. I made a few poetic and grammer changes, and this is what we ended up with.
~This poem is meant to tell how wrong child abuse is. I think of it as a voice for those who cannot speak for themselves.
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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 can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I wake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.

When 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 Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.

I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
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.

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 it's now much too late
His face has been twisted
To 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 out on the floor.

My name is Sarah
And I am but three
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

~Written origionally by Rachel
~Edited by WakingShadow