Dear mister killer,
today I just turned eight.
my father told me to pity,
and not to hate.
I woulda gotten a great big cake,
with eight candles on top,
but my Momma couldn't make it.
My momma is in heaven,
Daddy says she's free,
looking over us,
watching over me.
I wanted to go and hurt you,
punch you in the nose,
but Daddy told me not to,
it would hurt me worse.
My daddy told me a story,
that made me want to cry,
it was about a little boy,
just the same as me,
without a real momma to tell him,
just how to be.
The momma hurt him,
instead of love like mommas should,
he said that she didn't hate him
but ever since his daddy left,
momma got real angry,
and wouldn't let him pass.
He said that his momma hit him,
making him cry and bleed,
he said his friends got all mean,
and would always tease.
He said that after school one day,
the little boy ran away,
only to have the cops find him
and take him home.
His momma got mad,
and locked him downstairs,
only to come and touch him,
where it hurts the most.
Daddy said the little boy,
awoke late at night,
took a knife to his Momma's neck,
and took his first life.
The little boy cried all day,
and when the cops found him,
bloody hurt and beat,
the little boy cried on them
before he fell asleep.
The little boy went to a home,
with parents like he had,
but he didn't like it there,
he ran away again.
He grew up and went to school,
learned things that kids do,
but was always made fun of,
and never made any friends.
Then, two years ago,
right to the night,
the little boy saw a momma,
decided he wanted to hurt,
he took a gun to her head,
and shot her.
Her daughter saw him do it,
and he used the gun again.
Daddy said the boy is paying,
a life sentence and a half,
for taking people that we loved,
for taking a life of someone else,
and we have nothing left to lose.
But I wonder who really lost
was it momma and sister, or himself?
I just turned eight today,
I woulda had a great big cake,
with bright candles on top,
but my family broke apart that day,
and my momma isn't here.
My sister is in the hospital,
so deep asleep she wont wake up,
and I am with my daddy,
on my birthday all alone.
I wanna just one thing,
and it makes me want to scream,
did your momma never say
'I love you'?
or take you for ice cream?
Did momma never hug you tight,
and kiss the tears away,
or ever put a band aid,
on the scape you had?
Did momma forget to love you,
teach you right and wrong,
make everything better,
and love you like a mom?
