This Is Your Voice

Golden

The smell of petrol hits me, I'm a thousand miles away from home, why wouldn't anyone believe me, when I told them that the young girl's death wasn't my fault alone.

The family say their girl was golden, that she was one in a million, now it feels as if their lives just let the cold in, now they talk about how they'll miss her hair which was a shiny looking colour of vermillion, and how they're now left feeling alone, and how cold it feels on their skin.

She was chasing her dreams, now all her parents can hear are her screams, they must believe me, when I said to them I didn't realise what was happening to me lately, I didn't mean for this to happen, now I sit here feeling saddened.

The girl upset me, I felt angry, I lashed out, then I ended up pushing her out, she went flying out of the window, I heard her land smack down into the pavement below, I panicked, wondered what I had done, I drove off out of the city, and left her there to be found by someone.

I feel ashamed and guilty, knowing now that everyone hates me, I can never forget what I've done, I just hope in time, that I'll be forgiven by everyone, and learn how to deal with the aftermath of my crime.