Monday, October 24, 2005

Too Late

Category: Issue 1, Poetry/Lyrics Winners

I once knew a girl,
Who seemed to love to cry.
She used to pray to God,
That the next day she would die.
She sat all alone,
She had not one friend.
No one to love her,
To lend a helping hand.
She’d sit in her room,
And cut ‘til she bled.
No one ever loved her,
So nothing was ever said.
She hurt herself everyday,
To let out anger and hate.
I saw her face today on the news,
I should’ve helped her,
I was too late.

Posted by Beth H. on 10/24 at 11:28 PM | Permalink
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