Normal disclaimers apply ie I do not own anything. Also be aware I know my grammar sucks, therefore I don't need to be told and apologise before hand if it bugs you.
Leaving the voice up to you, though I did write it with someone in mind.
Looking up to the heavens with cold dead eyes, it's plain to see her first thought is no longer 'Why?' No longer begging for a reason to explain the sights we see each night .
Once she was that person, determined to bring closure and justice to all. Now she believes her work futile, sees no benefit just another victim of a never ending cycle. Close one case to move to another, her bitter once silent inner voice now screaming out loud 'Is it really worth it?'
Now matter how many time I see it, thousands of burnouts in hundreds of different ways; watching as all the 'whys?' consume her will haunt my dreams for what right now seems forever.
It came as no surprise to receive her letter, or the words inside. What did was that we'd all noticed, but not one of us reached out. Chose not to listen to her silent cries for help, but bury our heads beneath the sand, indulging in what we held dear
Despite the time it'll haunt me, and all the tears it'll cause me. I know that my time will come, in which I'll take her place and be left with the never ending question- Why?
All I hope for is that I'll have someone close to me. Someone to make me laugh, remind me of what is good in the world before the dark deep shadows of our daily lives suffocates my light.
Then my dear we'll have truly see if we've all learnt that painful lesson :- It is never to late to save a soul, so try before it disappears.