I own nothing! Everything is owned by J.K Rowling.
My name is Harry.
I am 3.
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My Uncle so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe Aunty
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else I am locked up
All day I'm awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My relatives aren't home
When my Aunty does come home
I'll try and be nice
So maybe I'll just get
A few whippings tonight
I just heard a car
My Uncle is back
From Charlie's bar
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me mean words,
He says it's my fault
He starts to slaps and hit me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He picks me up and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my Uncle continues
With more bad words spoken,
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But now it's much too late
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
It burns so bad and hurts even worse
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
I hear someone curse then it all goes black
When I woke up
I knew I wouldn't be able to go back.
My name is Harry
I am three,
Tonight my Uncle
Murdered me.