I should count my stars

They believe

I should be dead

They told me

Or awaiting it

Like so many others on this earth

Locked away

Dreading the day

When the executioner arrives

But I'm just a girl

They say

Who they can help fix

They pray

But I wonder

How can you help the damned?

How can you fix what's not broken?

How can you clean

The knife's bloodstained blade?

How can you heal

My intact mind?

But this can all end

They reveal

This luck I live by, if

They will

If I am not

The broken doll they believe me to be

If it is found

That I can see clearly

I need to help them

But I will not

I will not lie, so

I will not speak

They can turn me back to the law

Murder me effectively

I do not care

I do not care