Falling Apart Poem by Jorge Arturo Valles Anguiano

'Why now?
Why not later?
Why not when I take apart of this world? '
I keep asking myself this,
since the pain started,
since everyone started to leave me,
'why can't they help me?
why can't they see that all is becoming dark?
don't they see me crying inside? '

My life has been like a glass,
when you break it,
you find something behind that glass,
and I found that my life was the best,
but it broke and became as darkest as the night,
where the moon is only the light,
a light that can't be reached.

Sitting on the corner of the darkness,
crying,
mentally dying,
I see a rope coming from above,
and I hear a sweet voice saying,
'Once you come to the light,
all will break at certain point as before,
you must be ready to accept and face that,
and we're loosing time,
a time that can be used to make remake the light'.

Once I hold to that rope,
it turned into a hand,
I closed my eyes and said,
'I don't care who is saving me,
what kind of person she is,
because I must be thankful
that there's someone
that has the same experiences that I've suffered.'