This is so sad

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 darkMy 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.I just heard a carMy daddy is back
From Charlie's bar.I hear him curse
My name is calledI press myself
Against the wallI try to hide
From his evil eyesI'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 doorHe'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 againO please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddyMurdered me
And you can help
Sickens me top the soul,
And if you read this
and don't pass it onI pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless personTo not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are effected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on!
If your against child Abuse