The title tells it all.
I was already dead when they found me
I was already dead once they arrived.
After all why should I be alive?
Nobody heard my screams,
They ignored my bruises.
They just thought they came about the same way that all other children get them,
They were so wrong.
Daddy beat me,
Mommy hated me,
My brother hurt me in other ways.
No longer was I a child.
Now I became a slut,
Something that can be found in the trash
My last night,
I begged for mercy
And the beatings continued through dawn
Then I was left alone in the basement
Until someone noticed I was gone
ONE WEEK LATER
I bled to death,
That is what the coroner decreed,
I died from injuries sustained from six years of hurt
He was right
But nothing came of it,
No person was willing to come forward
Too caught up in their own lives to care about justice
“Not enough evidence”
So now I’m dead
Daddy is allowed to adopt
He cries and pretends to be shattered about my loss
Mommy wears black,
My brother talks about me in sweet ways.
But only because they are expected too
Not because they feel anything about me
I am dead,
They killed me
“I deserved it”
They start again with other children
Even after three counts against him
He was still let free
“Not enough evidence”
If only they hadn’t come for me after I was already dead
Then there would be enough evidence
BUT I’M DEAD
But nobody cares
A hangover is more important than me,
As the drunk who saw me thrown naked into the front yard proves
A taxi is more important than me,
As the man who saw me but didn’t stop to help proves.
What happens on the other side of the fence is not any bodies business.
As the next door neibors prove.
Who heard all my screams for help for all six years but didn’t think anything of it.
Now I’M DEAD
And nobody cares
There are no photos,
Just another child that died at the hands of someone who is supposed to care for me.
Just another statistic
My death is nothing out of the ordinary
And for that I wish
That not another has to go through what I did
No other should have done to them what happened to me
Nobody else should die without ever knowing happiness
No other should have to sleep on cold concrete, naked.
No other should have to face my father
But he still walks free
My death is lost in the commotion of the world.
And my name?
I don’t have one.
Simply because they believe nothing can be done about it
Little do they realise.
Just by saying a few words
They could have saved my life.
Who am I
I AM DEAD
Because nobody thought to help