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Jan 2010
I once dug a hole, and put mommy in it
When daddy came home, I put him in too
But now these police men are here, what to do...
What to do?

After the first fell
The other pulled his gun and missed
Now I dug a whole new hole for them, because I'm a good boy
Or as daddy would say, "My little play toy"

Then I'm in the shower, washing off all the red
It's hard but once I'm done, I'm off to nap in my bed
But then I'm awake and I see, all these people are staring at me
I'm scared and want them gone
But it's dark and way past dawn
Mother would never approve

They take me away to places I've never been
Many days and faces pass, accusing me of 'sin
I'm confused, what did I do wrong?
It's daddy isn't it?
I can hear him now
"You little ****!"
Please make him go away, I tried
If you can't, what if I died?
Or are you mad at me, what what we did?
I said 'No', but I'm only a kid
He brought me to the bed, said it'd be fun
But it really wasn't, it hurt so much
I still cringe at the memory of his lustful touch
He told me if I ever tell
Then I'd go strait to hell

Now they all cry, and I'm asking why?
They all say they're sorry, but I wanna know for what
I'm the one who's sorry, I opened what he said to keep shut
But you know, sometimes it felt kinda of good
But I know I'm only a kid, so I did what I could
I told mommy what he did to me
But she didn't believe, she refused to see
I told her over and over, I cried and pleaded
Then she went to her room and made a big noise
When I went to check, she breathed her last breath
In her hand was I note I couldn't read
But I knew she was dead, so I did what I was shown
I dug a hole and put her in it, by myself, alone

Then daddy came home, he smelled really bad
He couldn't walk strait, he was really mad
Said he lost his job, and we had to play our game
But I didn't want to, the pain was always the same
So when he tripped over himself and fell
I ran over and said, "I don't want to go to hell!"
And I put my hands over his mouth, so he would never tell
His eyes went big, and his face real red
When his chest stopped moving, I knew from mommy he was dead
So I put him out with her, in that hole I dug
Wrapping him in, our living room rug

Then these two police men came to my door
I asked them, wanting to know what they were here for
But they broke in, demanding where daddy might be
But I was scared, I didn't want them to see
What I did to him
Before I knew what was going on, the lights were off
And things were dim
Then I was in the kitchen, my heart beating really fast
I grabbed the biggest knife, and the first man I passed
I jumped at the second, and pressed the knife into his chest
The first saw, pulled his gun but missed despite his best
I open my eyes and see, bodies around where I stand
I shut them tight, hoping this is a nightmare that would end
When I opened them I saw it was a real as the warmth of the blood on my hands

So I dug a whole new hole for them, it was super hard but I'm strong
As I put the dirt on top of them, I knew I did something very wrong
But then I seen that I was *****, and I needed to be clean
As mommy would say "It's better to be clean, then dirt and mean"
And that made me cry

I go into the shower, to wash off all the dirt and red
It's super hard, so I use alot of soap from my feet to my head
Once it's all off, I'm tired so I go to nap in my bed
I get under covers and comfy, slowly drifting to sleep
My last disturbing thought, of how that knife went so deep...

I'm awake and I see, all these other police men here
Staring at me, staring in fear
They take me away from my only home
They put me in a new room everyday, but still all alone
A long time goes by, I talk to alot of people I don't know
Soon summer passes and down comes the snow
It gets really boring, same thing everyday
Where ever they put me, I never get to stay

Now I'm here, in this room you call a court
Filled with tall people, who make me feel short
I only want one thing, that you don't let daddy know of these things I tell
Because, I don't want to go to hell.
Written by
Micheal Bevan
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