daddy am i bad cause mommy says i am.shes says i don't take my plate off the table and ask god to forgive me of my sins.When she hits me she says god will punish me if i tell.Then she tells me ill go to hell and then ill burn.Which doesn't sound fun.So i keep quiet and name all my bruises.
they've kind of become my friend in a way.No one else wants to play.some days i talk to the bruises careful to make sure mommy doesn't know .I know she would be even less proud of me then.
Whats wrong with me am i that bad on the outside and within.Wheres my daddy Come back to me come home to us.Tell god we need your love.Sometimes mommy cries and sometimes i do to .I never got you answer till tonight i dreamt of you. swinging me in that swing you made for me as a kid .Dont worry about your mama you said.shes sick with grief.grief that cant be removed from love.Your not bad.Mama just cant handle her own pain.Take care of her till shes able again
these words were true.Now i take care of mama like nobody else knows taking care as shes growing loving her like no one else does.well no one else except you:)