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Bobby
written by: Robert Mitchell
Category: Sad
My name is Bobby,
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 was 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'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks are gone
When my mommy does come,
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
From Charlie's Bar
I hear his curse,
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and 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
That he suffers at work
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more
I finally get free
And I race for the door
He's already locket it
And I start to bawl
He takes me and throws me
Against a 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 now it's much to late
His face has been twisted
Into 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 on the floor
My name is Bobby
And I am but three
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
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