Too Late For Living Poem by Everlasting Nightmare
Too Late For Living
I sit in the corner,
depression im bleeding.
I sit in the corner,
barely breathing.
People stare,
they don't admit.
People stare,
they laugh at the slits.
They don't know how it feels,
the pain inside.
They don't know how it feels,
to want suicide.
When I am gone,
'cause the slits went to deep.
When I am gone,
the will pretend to cry and weep.
Even though deep inside,
they know if they would've helped.
Even though deep inside,
I would have stopped if they cared.
I guess it's too late.
First i have to say that i like your poem it is well penned, you have poetic notions and keep on writing, it is so therapeutic...........what stands between you and a different life is self exceptance and the maters of making responsible choices which will empower you with new way of thinking, life is to be lived....death will come whether we like it or not
i must very close to what i used to feel before i found Jesus and learned how to be loved by the one true king.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:28:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the pain and loss of hope is so real that i felt like hoping you do not ever face it. very powerful writing.