Crime

I felt like dying, some days I still feel that way...

Many rivers run deep,
My body's so weak
My heart is broken,
With words not yet spoken.

The solitude with which I seek,
Have my emotions at their peak
My mind is not yet clear,
I am so full of fear.

My blood was boiling,
Now I had no warning
Your anger is there,
But do I really care?

It's just not fair,
Here are the scars I bear
Tell me, why didn't you listen,
For your crime, two years in prison.