Family Or Jury?

!!This is a VERY heavy poem that includes mentions of guns, firing squads, self-harm, death and suicide. Reader discretion is advised!! Look at this young girl on the stand. When she steps down, she'll be greeted by her own firing squad. Each one a thought, a reason Her finger stays steady on the triggers but her body shakes like an earthquake. The only home she's known is a courthouse, Her only book a bible to sware she'll hide, Her only family, a jury. But she has one friend, A small blade. Each cut she feels a little more free from the jury. But crime after crime led her to her death. Little did she know, she joined the jury and hurried to her own death. !! If you or anyone you know is in a bad mental state, please reach out to someone you trust. If you're in school, reach out to your councillor, a trusted teacher, or another trusted adult. If you're queer, your school's GSA or QSA can help give you support. You're not alone. You're loved. Keep fighting, for me. I may be nothing more than a stranger, but I want to see you thrive. and if you'd like to contact me, please DM me on Discord at ringleaderwillow !!