Help Me

there is no one here
I'm in the middle of the street
in pain

I'm crying out in pain
there's no one hear to listen

Help me
I keep repeating this
for the street and the walls
they are the only ones that listen patiently
but they are not doing a thing about it

the color is fading
my cries are slowing
there is no one here to help me

by Aiesha Freela

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Comments (1)

Among the Short Stories by Anton Cechov, you should read one of them entitled 'Anguish' or such thing. Only as start and not as end.