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Poetry
Too Little Too Late
By samiekins17
16 December 2007
Those words he said to you made you see that he was more than meets the eye
He says you're not pretty, not good enough for him
That he could have anyone if he tried
But does he honestly think anyone would want him after they see his true side?

He tells you that you are beautiful
That you are his everything
Then he takes it all away
He leaves you for his friends
And goes off with another girl

The tears hit the pillow as you cry over him
Friends tell you every thing's alright but you know nothing will be the same
Everything reminds you of him everywhere you go
And you feel the pain that he caused you
Wishing that you could go back before you knew him
Tell him, no, let him feel the rejection

Just let it go, move on, he's not even worth the time
You can do better next time
That's what your brain tells you
But your heart says something else
It feels like it's been ripped in two
And there's nothing you can do to change that

You feel the loneliness creeping up on you
Pulling you down and making you cry
You feel rejected from everyone and everything
And you just want to die
You feel as if the world has abandoned you
So you don't feel like you should live

You feel depressed and lonely
So you push everything away
You hide behind a hollow lie
Put on fake smiles everyday
So people don't see how you really feel

But sometimes someone will see
See the cuts on your arms and wrists
See your puffy red eyes
Hear your sobs from the bathroom
Hear how you hate yourself and long for death
They know that you're hurting
And see what you are doing
But they don't stop you
Stop you from hurting yourself inside and out
They don't tell anyone so they can get you help

Soon it will be to late
Too late to tell anyone
Too late to try and help you
Too late to tell you to stop
That's when you will be nothing more than a memory
A memory of a sad, depressed, lonely girl
That took her life cause she couldn't take it anymore.

Reviews

Written by Phil (6845 comments posted) 16th December 2007
Just had a quick look at all your four posts. You seem to have managed to post one chunk of text with no line breaks on each occasion. Easily done with the GW editor. Make sure you've followed the instructions about cpying and pasting etc etc. They can be found on the 'write new work' page. Get these sorted and you might get a few takers. 
 
BTW: tempting though it is, it might be a better idea to post one piece every couple of days instead of four pieces at once. You'll get far more attention and a more considered response to each piece. 
 
Phil.

Written by maipenrai (784 comments posted) 16th December 2007
Hi, no offence meant ok? 
 
you need to seperate this and the others into verses/stanzas whatever, at the mo it to me does not read like poetry, take a little time, take a step back and compose. 
Bernie

Written by samiekins17 (4 comments posted) 2nd January 2008
well i tried fixing it but it still won't go the way I want it to... so sorry
Fixed
Written by samiekins17 (4 comments posted) 24th January 2008
There I fixed it! Yea! I hope it's easier to read now.

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