| Too Late submitted anonymously A young girl sits in the corner, she sits, and I hear her sigh. She was at first so happy, but it was all a bitter lie. She feels so hollow and empty, and she really wants to die. So with her sleeves, covers her face, and quietly begins to cry. In her soul is hatred, so she sits there wiping her tears. She crys and crys and crys, she lets it all out after so many years. The lights become dim, Oh No! I know what's on her mind. I hope, I beg, I pray, that happiness she'll soon find. If not, she's going to commit suicide, she's tired of hiding in the dark. Afrais of her life, of what she's done, she's already made her mark. The girl sees the razor, and her tears fade away. For she knows this is the end, today is the day. She thinks that this is thr right way, but I know she is wrong. She's killing her future, her dreams, I guess now she's not so strong. She grabs the razor, and slowly slits her wrists. Her world fades away, slowly into the black mists. She was a bright girl, this wasn't her fate, but why do I care and why do I cry? But after, when it's too late, I relize the girl in the corner was I. |
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