beautiful mess

too late

————— INTRO —————

a poem by brenelle ciel

too late is the my first work
in the 'late night rants' series

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i feel auspicious, euphoric,
but it's all in my head.
in reality, life is abysmal,
am i better off dead?

it burns, it breaks,
it destroys my insides.
the pain? unendurable,
i'm taking my own life.

my life was truncated,
filled with wretchedness.
i lay there knowing,
that i won't be missed.

i feel almost lifeless,
as everything turns to pain.
my mind loses consciousness,
and my vision starts to fade.

I feel almost felicitous,
knowing i won't be reborn.
then at that moment, run in,
the people who have torn,

MY LIFE.
MY HAPPINESS.
MY EVERYTHING.

they run in my room,
and see me laying.
almost lifeless,
as if they're saying,


WE'RE SORRY.
I'M SORRY.


their eyes filled with dread.


but apologies don't work
on a girl who is dead.

——— too late ———

no one ever realizes
the value of someone
until they lose them.