Have you ever tried to escape reality?
Have you ever tried to escape your life by drawing sharp pictures that leave scars behind?
The most beautiful drawing you have ever thought about is a blank page.
You stare deeply at the clean empty paper and wish your life was that way.
The paper has no cuts or marks from anybody that tried to destroy them.
Then the pencil and crayons come in to play.
All of the marks you could dream of right there .
Theres only one difference.
The canvas is your body.
The pencils and crayons.
Becomes pills and blades.
All you can think to yourself is im the ugly picture nobody wants around.
Im the painting thats thrown away when people are done with you.
You feel like nobody care enough to stay.
Nobody cares enough to want you around.
Nobody cares that you cry every single night.
The fact that nobody cares makes scars so deep you cant see.
You cant breathe.
The painting was thrown away.
Used
And burned.
The painting is forever gone and nobody seemed to notice.
Then there is only one boy that wished he would have shown you.
How much he loved her.
Its too late now.
Looks like they are both buried deep underground .
YOU ARE READING
Too late
PoetryMany people struggle through unmentionable difficulties. I like to write poetry that describes how people are feeling. Too late is about suicide.
