The story of Sarah...

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 wouls still want to hug me.
I cant speak at all, i cant do 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 mommy does come i'll try and be nice,
So maybe i'll get just one whipping tonight.
Dont 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 and hide from his evil eyes,
Im so afraid now, im starting to cry.
He finds me weeping and shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me and hits me and yells at me more,
I finally break 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.
"Im sorry!", I scream, but its now much to 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!
He finally stops and head 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.