My name is becky, tonite my daddy murdered me.....

My sister told me a poem that i thought was sad and unfriendly this is the poem...

My name is Becky
I am but 3.
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 werent ugly.
That maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I cant speak at all
I dont do a wrong
Or else Im locked up
All the daylong.
When I am awake Im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come
Ill try to be nice.
So maybe Ill just get
one whipping tonight.
Dont make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlies bar
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
Im so afraid now
Im starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That 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.
Hes already locked it
And now Im starting to bwal
He 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 much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh god have mery!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door.
Where I lay there motionless
Sprwaled on the floor.

MY NAME IS BECKY,
I AM BUT 3
AND TONIGHT
MY DADDY MURDERED ME.

Stop child abuse!