• Too late



    Will he ever see,

    The love I have for him.

    Can he love me for me,

    As my blood runs thin.



    I look at the cut on my wrist,

    The promise I made was broke.

    My powder white skin stained blood red,

    The carpet stained by blood, my shirt and pants soaked.



    Tears have stained my face for days,

    Yet now they start anew.

    My heart is broken in so many ways,

    My happiness is few.



    Will he ever tell me the truth,

    Yet I know it's too late.

    The darkness is drawing close,

    I shall accept my fate.