shatter me

A clatter on the cell door as I get what they call

"Food"

And I call it" un safe for human consumption".

I observe the tray it is wooden with a bowl of something I'm not sure what is but I eat it anyway, there is a name stuck underneath the tray with the words "Alicia May block 14 section 58" under the bowl is a sheet of newspaper, I add it to my collection of sheets I swear that you could wright a hundred additions of the newspaper and still have enough to have junk mail too.

I stare through the barred window and think of what grim hope I have left in my heart. After I remind myself of how the world is so cruel and then look at the sad grey wall and add a strike to the hundreds of tally's along the wall. Three years of my life in this god forsaken cadge isolated from the rest of the world because I'm

"Different" they say

"A murderer "they say,

"A threat to the human kind "they all say.

so I've worked out its somewhere in august from the tally's but you wouldn't be able to tell from looking outside all that's left is dry dirt and a dull, murky, blue sky. Out of the three years I have sat in my cell room looking outside I have never seen one cloud let alone a drop of rain, there have been so many times where I have wished that I could feel the cool, crisp air brush against my dry skin.

I was only 12 before I was put in here. Had had a rough life, my mum and dad had always told he that I had been a burden since the day I was born, they use to say they longed for someone to take me away.