Crying For Her… Poem by Adrian Cordova

Please help, someone HELP!

Those are the last words I hear every time the nightmares end.

I wake up every time, bawling my eyes out so much that the redness is washed away.

It's the most horrible fantasy my mind has ever made, and it's made some things so disturbing the Saw movies look like childs play.

I got as many skeletons in my closet as a Scooby-Doo marathon.

Im tired of listening to the echo.
 
I need someone to hang onto, to pad the purgatory room, to muffle the screams, to brighten my closet, to drown out the echo...

Please help, someone HELP!

I just don't know if she would be willing to heal me, if she would even acknowledge the fact that I've fallen in love with her after so long.
I know I sound pathetic and weak, but she is why I've never considered suicide.

Why I don't cut myself, why I don't sweat for the one I lost.

But believe me if she did acknowledge me, I would look in the mirror everyday and say,

'don't let her slip away'

And then I would take the others picture and put it in my pocket, the very same it was in when she died, my chest pocket.

Please help me, someone HELP