Never too late that's what they told her.
It's never too late for sorry,
never too late for forgiveness.
She takes the screaming and the yelling,
it's never too late for it all the stop but it never does. She laughs 'cause no one knowns that it's too late for anything. They find her with a note that said, it's never too late to stop, never too late to make the pain go away, never too late to die, never too late for people to see how sad she was. But it was too late for anyone to help her, too late to see the pain in her eyes, too late to save her from the darkness.
It was far too late.
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Dark Poetry
Poetryjust some poems I wrote when I'm feeling low or in a dark place, my poems help me cope with my depression and other mental problems it also helps me from going all the way down in my dark times. these poems are dark, depressing and some have suici...
