bloody shirt

Bloody shirt…………

I have a bloody shirt and I don’t know what to do
The bloody shirt is not alone I’m pretty sure theirs two.

My bloody shirt is what got me here behind these iron bars…..
I watch as people pass me by carefree in their cars…

Did I bite my tongue and let blood soak my shirt?
For next thing I knew I was on the ground covered in bloody dirt

I’m innocent! Innocent! I scream as they drag me away.
Here in this dark insane prison I am left to stay……..

Will I be left to rot here and turn to dust?
All my friends look at me and spit in disgust.

Those close to me I know were very, very hurt,
When they noticed that my blood was not on my shirt……..