Murder of Jessica Kacmar (me)

When Jessica was only twelve,
Jessica was killed,
She was hung from a shelve,
After being pilled,

She fought hard,
But she, he could not beat,
It all started in her front yard,
He offered her a treat,

She welcomed him in,
He looked peaceful as a mouse,
With his mysterious grin,
They walked into the house,

When he took off his hat,
She gave a scream,
He took out a bat,
His pale white arm was lean,

He swung once and hit her ribs,
He swung twice and missed,
He hit her ribs once more,
When she was helpless, it was her he kissed,

He put on his black shadowy hat,
Left the scene soon to be mobbed,
The only witness a cat,
And a wood chip lodged,

Who was the one who bothered,
Jessica only knows,
It was Jessica's father,
His soul he never shows,

No more cutting myself,
No more trying to die,
No more feelings hidden with the razor on the shelf,
No more covering pain by getting high,

He is now in jail,
For he killed me,
There with no bail,
But she shall remain free,