Mourning Skies

It's Too Late For Me

I don't think they knew Or bothered to ask.

I just can't seem To even relax

For tears of hanging flesh Are littered on my skin

They can't see past it for I remain a sin

I drown in the demons of my past

I can name from first to last

Like the rain has stained us to rest

It wipes our tears the best.

Don't tell me it gets better, i know it can't

Yet to take their light, I shan't

My cries fall upon deaf ears so there's no way to tell

If I can ever truly get out of this hell.

I've been awaiting, my dear

For now, I fear

My scars will show, but never say

Your words are keeping me this way