sad truth.

[schubs]

times r not the same.
i know death....it surrounds my every turn.
today i saw it.
i think,
maybe he died.
maybe he lived.
but either way.....his final words were to me.
can you call me an ambulance. ill pay.
i called.
but who knows why the police left him thr.
why they left him thr to hurt.
hurt himself.
he just wanted help.
i gave him what i could.
what pathetic me could.
i think.
could i have prevented the blood.
the pain.
the screams.
the agony.
maybe.
i did what he asked.
nothing more.
maybe in the more he would have made it.
lying on the bus-stop. bleeding to death.
as i wonder about myself. where is he now?

sometimes i wonder what am i supposed to lean from all this.
what am i supposed to do.
i am alone in pain.
there i shall remain.