All I want is to
Be heard.
Can’t you see me? I
Don’t deserve this.
Everyone is crying and I can’t. I want to
Feel again.
Ghost cold and
Hovering over my dead body.
I touch my mom’s shoulder but she doesn’t notice.
Justice is what I am waiting for,
Knowing who killed me.
Lies fly out of his
Mouth and they believe him.
No evidence
Or witnesses.
Please Lord, help me!
Quietness fills the
Room the day he is being
Sentenced.
This is the moment. An
Uncontrollable wave of nerves overtakes my mom.
Viewing from above I hear her
Wail.
X-actly what she didn’t want.
Years would be nice but
Zero was his sentence.