Dear Mummy and Daddy
Dear Mummy and Daddy,
Do you love me?
Even though I'm a freak?
Or do you think I deserve to get beat?
Do you like me?
Even though I'm a burden?
Or do you think I should be hurting?
Do you miss me?
Even though I'm a baddy?
Or do you think I'm just throwing a paddy?
I do hope you love me
From your son Harry
The emerald eyed boy put down his stubby pencil and wiped his broken eyes, stopping his crystal tears falling on to his precious letter and making sure he dripped none of his blood onto it. Harry ran a shaking hand through this matted black hair and whispered "I love you, but do you love me to" he sighed sadly, maybe the Dursleys were right maybe he deserved the beatings. Harry hugged the letter to his chest; he would post it in the morning, if he had been let out of his cupboard.