Too Late, by Little Miss Meeks Subscribe to rss feed for Little Miss Meeks

She tries to block everything out
Sitting waiting to be called
She refuses to think
If she did she would be appalled 
So why is she doing this to herself?
Testing how far she can force
If she just knew the answer
She will never show her remorse  
She cries herself to sleep at night
She dreams of slitting her wrists
She wakes with a jump
What has she missed? 
She stands in the middle of the room
Wondering why she’s such a flunk
It’s dark around her and inside her
Her heart has completely sunk
Black is the colour that describes her
But she doesn’t want anyone to know
She dresses like a slut
Not much left to show
Most people know what she’s like
She’s a dangerous girl
She’ll do anything
Just tell her to give it a whirl
She thought she was having fun
And it looked cool at first
Now she just wants to end this
There is nothing worse
She stands with that blade
And starts to pull it deeper then ever
She doesn’t want to survive this
Her veins she tries to sever
Lying on her bedroom floor
She remembers everything
All the good and the bad
It all starts to sing
She wants to go back
But she’s to far gone
Her wrists are bursting crimson
No one will find her til dawn
Too late to save her
Too late for her anyway
Too late for anyone to help
Too late, everyone will pay
Posted: 2008-03-27 03:48:16 UTC

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2008-05-15 14:07:53Ashley Reneë *Raining Tears*
this poem is great