Help

by  Gretchen Caraballe Aranco 

 Dear happiness,

I was looking for you 

yesterday, I experienced sadness

believe me it's true..

Please come out now

I am not joking

I wanted to make a vow

here I am searching,

Will you appear?

Whole day I've been shouting

Why you didn't hear?

Now my voice is fading..

I am very tired,

I feel shortness of breath

Somebody fired!

An object passed on the sheath.

Oh the bullet,the bullet of the gun

the bullet hits me.

It's not fun, it's no fun

it's me, it's me!

I saw my self lying on the floor

blood scattered on the wall

the clock strikes at four,

I can't press the number call

I passed through my body

I came closer in front of it,

A blood sticks on my-ID

I notice every slow beat.

I shouted for help,

but no one can hear me.

So I used the blood of myself.

In order to help “me”.

The last ink,

HELP...

-written in blood.