Dead Teacher Don'T Talk Poem by imogen brand

As I sat in my bed
trying to get the thoughts out of my head
the whispers and banter
running through my mind

What I saw literary
shoot me through the heart

I saw my head teacher's body layed
sprawled across the desk
her head was soaked in blood

Why, why am I so weak?
that I can't live to see
what is in-front of my eyes

It was cold blooded murder
seeing our head teacher
a blow to the head
a driven knife into her beating heart

Who, who would do such a thing?

I feel like I am the bad guy
always running away

But dead teachers can't talk
so I am the one who passed on
her dark tale

I am the one getting
punished

For a crime I did not commit