My name is Lucy Danto. I am in the eighth grade at the McCullough Junior High School in Texas. Please, if even for a brief moment, let my voice be heard. 

Her blood is engraved into these pages

Slowly unraveling the truth

Exposing every flaw in perfection

Every short-lived high

Every precocious low

Has driven the knife deeper into her lingering past

They told me that time would heal the wounds,

But they couldn’t have been more wrong.

No matter how many years pass,

Time does not heal.

Time buries baggage until you forget,