It's Too Late Poem by Norchel Tingson

On my lonely bed I lie,
In the darkest nights I cry,
Tears fill my very sad eyes,
I really really don’t know why.

Each day I fill more helpless,
I am completely restless,
I am becoming hopeless,
‘Cause no one show any kindness.

Things got more complicated,
Anyone can’t be trusted,
My heart is full of hatred,
I’m terribly rejected.

It’s getting too late for me,
Like a lost shell in the sea.
Why can’t you believe me?
Oh, it hurts so bad you see.

(2006)