Scene Of The Crime Poem by Trinidad Villafranca

My face is red and hot to the touch. My mind is in a fog and i can't think straight. My heart is pounding at my chest I feel it's about to portude out of me.I cant even breath my lungs are gasping for air and no one seems to care. I can't hide it anylonger i'm about to bust my heart ip pounding uncontrollably. I feeol like somone is trying to thare it out of me. I want to yell JUST DO IT ALREADY! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Why make me go through this i can't stand it. I'm loosing strength yet my hearts still pounding it's getting harder and faster. Until all I am is but a single heart beat, a single breath of air.Only my broken naked body lays at the sceneof the crime... the bottom of my heart. where it all started. Where my heart cryed and yelled out for help. Not a tear was seen, nor a whisper was heard and all thats left of me are my written words.