Last words

• Tricia Fuentes, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2006

the end is near,
the bad is close,
this is is whati now fear,

i shout,
i scream,
i call,
but no one seems to recall,

please just stay,
please dont leave,
or i will loose my beliefs,

i feel so weak,
i feel so hurt,
and sore,
so please stay here,
so this pain can be felt no more.