Too Late

A girl sits in a corner.
She sits and I hear her cry
She was at first so happy
But it was all a bitter lie.

She feels so hollow and empty
She really wants to die
So with her sleeves she covers her face
And quietly begins to cry.

In her soul is hatred
As she sits there wiping her tears
She cries and cries and cries
She lets it out after so many years

The light becomes dim
Oh no! I know whats on her mind
I hope, I beg, I pray
That happiness she soon will find.

She's tired of hiding in the dark
Afraid of her life,
Of what she's done
She's already made her mark

The girl sees the razor
And her tears fade away
For she knows this is the end
Today is the day

She thinks this is the right way
But I know she is wrong.
She's killing her future and her dreams
I guess she's not so strong.

She grabs the razor
And gradually slits her wrists
Her world fades away
Slowly--into black mist.

She was a bright girl--This wasn't her fate
So why do I care and why do I cry?
Only when it's too late do I realize
The girl in the corner is I.