"It's not too late to fix it." I said
"It's not too late to help."
"It's not too late to be better."
"Because you are still a good person on the inside."
But it's too late to apologize
It's too late to go back to how it was before.
It's too late to try to get me back.
Because you only manipulated me, and broke me beyond repair.
So yes.
It's far too late to try.
It's far too late to fix it.
It's far too late to "Be better"
Because you're not capable of being better.
You only care about yourself, and what you want.
You're a selfish prick who looks around and thinks "Whose heart should I play with next?"
You're a spoiled brat who wants what he wants when he wants it and will stop at nothing to get it, no matter who you hurt.
So thank you. For making me realize that I don’t need you anymore..
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The Poet Who Cried For Help..
PoetryPoems from a small depressed bean who just needs to dump sometimes, and finds it easiest to do in the form of words.