Too Late
I stand there watching my life pass me by
Thinking that i should stop it and turn it around
Maybe i should give it up
The cold of the blade comforts me so
My tears flow down my skin
So soft like dew in the morning
Some people seem to care
I learnd my lesson never to trust
Can any one stop me now
I lay on the bed and holde the blade closer
Just so i can watch the blood fall down my are
Closeing my eyes
I think just a few more seconds
It\'ll all be over
You run to my door
After seeing the kitchen covered on blood
You run to my side but see its to late.
Brittni --
Again, I had to give this poem a 4/5. The flow was much better on this, not so forced, and it seemed to have a steady rhythm to it. But again with the grammar -- you`re writing questions, but not ending them with '?', and not capitalizing your 'I'`s. You`re also not adding apostrophes where they should be ;; you really need to watch that, or people won`t take your work seriously. I would try writing a rhyming poem ;; they`re easier and don`t seem so forced. Not a bad job, 4/5.