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Aug 2012
YOUR TO LATE
You stand there staring at me
As you try to figure out how to help me.
You watch as I scream in agony
Shiver in pain in my corner on the floor.
You stare at me with though black beady eyes
Watching me as my past brings me pain.
You jump back as you see my face transform
Into the black and purple smashed up face of yester year.
You start to cry when you see my scars begin to reopen
As blood pores out of my arms and legs.
You cry for help when I look at you with help in my eyes
You turn your back to me to get help
You hear me scream and watch as my neck tightens
My face turns red to purple as I start to suffocate in my corner.
You run to me trying to help but it's met by a fire wall.
You're too late.
The room begins to shake and crumble
Just like my heart.
Its goes quiet
It gets cold
You look over at my still body
As I lie there lifeless on the floor.
You kneel next to me and cry
You're too late.
Written by
Alyssa Beddoe
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