1Direction4everyoung

If you guys want a one shot written about you go message @life_goes_on_u_can_2. Hers are really good she wrote one for me.

1Direction4everyoung

Daddy, it Hurts
          
          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 I'm locked up 
          All day long. 
          When I'm awake 
          I'm 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 ill just get 
          One whipping tonight. 
          I just heard a car 
          My daddy is back 
          From Charlies bar 
          I hear him curse 
          My name is called 
          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 
          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 
          Sprawled on the floor 
          My name is Chris I am three, 
          Tonight my daddy Murdered me 
          And you can help 
          Sickens me to the soul,
          And if you read this and don't pass it on
          I pray for your forgiveness 
          Because you would have to be 
          One heartless person 
          To not be affected 
          By this Poem 
          And because 
          YOU ARE affected, 
          Do something about it! 
          So all I ask you to do 
          Is pass this on! 
          
          If you're against child abuse, please pass this on to raise awareness