Crying

My name is Misty,
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
When I wake up
I'm all alone,
The house is dark
My parents aren't home.
They say I'm just an expensive joke
Drawing money away
From the boose and coke.
Accedental, yes, that's the word....
Time after time, that phrase I've heard.
Be quiet now, I hear a car, 
My daddys home from Charlie's bar.
I hear him cuss, 
My name he calls....
I squeeze myself against
The walls.
I feel the pain again and again,
"Please Lord, Please....let it end."
My name is Misty, I am but three,
Last night, 
My father murdered me.

-Unknown