Too Late

by nobody truly knows me   Dec 23, 2005


She sits all alone
Huddled up in despair
Tears are rolling down her face
Her hope is leaving with each tear

She wonders what she's done
To deserve this cruel fate
She sits there misunderstood
When help comes it'll be too late

She takes the blade in her hand
Watches it gleam in the light
Slowly she raises it to her throat
Knowing she'll kill herself this night

Later on they'll find her
And realize their mistake
They could have helped this girl
But now it's too late

*no, it's not true. i wrote this when i was really depressed. don't worry, i'm not gonna kill myself. (weak smile) i'll be fine.*

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  • 11 years ago

    by BlueJay

    A simple beauty, fantastic job. There is so much talent in something so swift (the piece not the actions being mentioned) and I really like your skill. The flow was great and your voice stands out perfectly. Imagery could have been a nice detail, but as it is the emotion makes up for that and creates a stunning piece. I'm glad you were able to.foster pain into art. Thank you for writing this. It is amazing.

  • 16 years ago

    by Amy

    So meaningful! Keep writing!

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Very good expression! Your feelings come through in the words that you write!

  • 17 years ago

    by Naima

    Good poem

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    You really write good poetry. I know there are alot of people that can relate to your words.

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