Too Late

by Veronica Grove   May 22, 2008


I lay on my floor,
everything is red,
I just wish I was dead!

I scream in pain,
as I cut myself again..
Thoughts of you begin to pop in my mind,
I wish I could find a way to tell you how much I love you..

I knew it was too good to be true from the start,
I just wanted to be a part of your life!

As I drop the knife on the floor,
someone opens the door.
But its too late.....
Im already dead!

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