Scream

he wants to scream, more than

anything

he wishes the strangle will loosen up

a bit

just a little bit

it will be enough

it will allow him, at least to speak

to beg for help

instead of loosen up, it gets stronger

he feels it

the air inside his lungs is vanishing

he no longer feels his bloodstream

it suffocated him

it hurts

it just inevitable for him to think that

this is it

the moment that sooner or later,

his heart will stop in a blink of his

eyes

at this time

he realises,

there is no point of screaming

they will never listen

just why?

“what did I do wrong”

was the last time they hear him along

with his last breath