My Poems

Maybe, but it's too late

Tears fall out my eyes rolling down my cheeks

My anguish only peaks as the voices in my head get louder it speaks. You should go leave your home and visit your friend the day before he gets buried in the dirt. Even though you don't want to and inside your chest it hurts.

You should've gone because maybe now they think you didn't care as much as you say you did. Maybe they'll blame you for his death because inside you hid. Maybe because just because it hurt you, you should have went.

Even though your other friend says if it hurts too much don't. Even though the tears flow and stop they won't. Maybe because all the memories keep flashing in your mind and no matter how hard you try they just won't subside.

Maybe this is just a way to get away from your family so you can let your depression that you've been building up most your life break free so you can cry but no one will bother you.

And maybe it's hurting you more than you're letting on. Maybe you don't show your family what hurts you or not because they are part of the problem. Maybe they don't know the real you. Maybe you should have been more open. Maybe you should have called when you felt like you should have before he died and maybe you should have got to know this girl that might have killed him before hand.

And maybe the driver shouldn't have been going so fast in the first place

Maybe

Maybe so many things

Maybe

But

It's

Too late

Too late to dwell on what you could have done and what might have happened and focus on now and what will happen.

Because maybe you're not happy and you feel alone. And maybe you're hurting from the inside. That's how it goes. But you made a promise to him before he died.

You said you'd be happy and that you thrive.

So focus on living and being alive.

Because that's all he wanted for you so take a stride.