Angry people,
And words of hate,
But when they say sorry.
It's already too late.

The words that burn.
The wounds they glisten.
I am sorry please just listen.

The burning lies in sorrow
That destroyed my will to face tomorrow.
The paper I folded
So neatly inside explains the life
I wish I never had.

Over and over it's the same everyday.
It comes to the point, where I can not stay.

I see the blade of a knife
Staring at me with sorrow
Written in words I see.

Now with the pain inside of me.
I take my life.
It's all over now.
That I've sealed my fate.

A word called sorry will come to late.