There He lay on the floor,
unable to speak,unable to kiss,unable to say one last goodbye.
Speaking of which I glanced towards the door,
to get the last glimpse of the bad guy.
I lay down beside Him,
not wanting to let Him go.
I could feel the bullet which was stuck within Him,
but I still did not let go.
I did not let go to call for an ambulance,
I did not let go to call his parents,for help.
I held His hand,His hand in mine saving myself from further turbulence,
not caring to think of His health.
I was too obsessed about myself,
I did not care about the effect it was going to fall on His family.
I just kept Him to myself,
keeping Him away from everybody.
But,but then the ambulance came,
snatched Him from me.
Throwing me into further turbulence,
they covered him up and said "he's a dead body."
I could not believe it,
I went towards Him to hit Him,to slap Him,to tell Him to stop acting.
Believing that He would get up laughing assuring us that it was all a joke,
But He,He never woke up................................
