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When you have depression, you feel like you're drowning. These are my feelings, conjured up into poems.

Too Late.

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by LilYoongay

by LilYoongay

I don't want the ice,

my heart is colder..

I don't want your pain,

I already have mine..

All rational thinking is gone,

what have I done?

My hands are shaking,

my body aching..

There's this numbing feeling,

so I can't feel at all..

My heart is ripping,

to a million pieces..

But you won't notice,

You turn away..

It drips to my feet,

Blood and tears mixed..

All of a sudden you love me,

But it's too late..

I can't return your love..