Alice Winters

Too Late - Poem by Alice Winters

Sitting down on the bathroom floor,
Stands up she cant take anymore,
Grabs the razor from the top shelf,
Screams out loud as she cuts herself,
She closes her eyes and bites her tongue,
Ignore the stinging that will come,
The knife cut deep causing her pain,
Its too late she cut a vain.

Comments about Too Late by Alice Winters

  • Eben S - J (10/10/2008 12:51:00 PM)

    once again very good concentrates on the pain which fully draws someone in (Report)Reply

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  • Jeremy Nel (10/9/2008 2:37:00 PM)

    Not a great theme Alice! All your submissions seem to be suicidal. Believe it or not, there IS a lot of good in life.

    I hope you are OK?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, October 13, 2008

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