Dear Santa,
I heard another kid talking about you
And I know that it was wrong
To listen to other people talk
When you are not involved
But he said that you can grant us wishes
Is that really true?
Because there are a few things
That I would like to ask of you
When I go out for food Santa
I sometimes meet this man
Who shoves me against the wall
And covers my mouth with his big hand
He puts a knife to my throat
Tells me not to scream
He then starts taking off my clothes
Until none is left to be seen
I don't want to say what he does next Santa
'Cause it isn't very nice
That man makes me bruise and bleed Santa
And he grips me like a vice
By the time he leaves Santa
I can't get off the floor
And I just want to cry
But Solo said that big boys don't anymore
I have learnt to handle the pain Santa
When the man hurts me with his fists
But I don't want the little ones
To ever go through this thing I hate
So now here is my first wish:
Please Santa, keep them safe.
That boy also said you can bring us presents Santa
Can you bring us people too?
'Cause Solo's gone
And I really don't know what to do
But if you can't bring him to us Santa
Can you at tell him this?
That I'm really sorry I couldn't help him
And that he is the one I will always miss
I tried really hard Santa
Could you also tell him that?
Please don't let him be mad at me Santa
Gods, I'd do anything to have him back
I don't think I can take it anymore
All the screams, all the hurts, all the lies
Am I really so horrible Santa
So much that others have to turn their eyes
"Look at the little freak"
They whisper behind my back
"Jesus, get away from me"
"Look at the filthy rat"
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to say
I can't help it if I'm like this Santa
And I'm getting weaker and weaker every day
So there is this one last question I would like to ask you
Are mommy and daddy in heaven Santa?
Because I want to be there too.
Love, Duo.