It's To LateA Poem by Hayllie*Tomorrow is never promised* No matter how big or small, always make time to say i'm sorry, and I love you..let them help you through it; love you through it!He had a chance A chance to love me for who I am A chance to treat me the way I deserved, but he lied. He bullied my emotions, and crushed my spirit. He heard my threats, and saw the cuts. I explained them away at first, because secretly I wanted him to talk me out of it. He didn't He left today, after an argument that got to loud. "I'm leaving to clear my head!" He shouted, letting the door slam. I sit in a puddle of broken dreams, and fallen tears Today is the day. I can't do this anymore. Wobbly legs threaten to collapse as I get to my feet and make my way upstairs. This is it. The bathroom is locked, he's not getting in. The reflection in the mirror beckons, but I wont listen to her. Creaking downstairs..he's back already. I have to hurry. This is it. The blade is sharp, it moves silently Red drops fall, I made my mark God forgive me Soft footsteps at the door, I can barely make out. "Baby I want to how you something. Open the door." Sounds become faint The last tear falls Maybe I made a mistake. I hear the door break, as he broke his way in. He cradles my head as tears escape him. He screams out his cries "Why did you do this?!" I misunderstood... He was trying to love me, but I wouldn't let him I wanted him to love my cuts as I did..but he wanted to fix me Make me better..now it's to late... Siren's roar, lights blink in and out. Beeping and buzzing.... Both wrists wrapped, my eyes blink. I'm not dead. On my lap, lay a single paper. Tears instantly fill my already swollen eyes as I look at the words. "Forgive me for not understanding. Forgive me for not loving you through your troubles as I should. You said you wanted to get married and I played off as I didn't so I could hide the surprise I'm sorry I waited so long. I love you my future wife" At the bottom, tapped is a diamond ring coated in blood "He had an accident on his way here last night. I'm sorry he didn't make it" I misunderstood... A single breath would've changed this outcome.. Letting my emotions and mental illness take over, I tried to end what never got to begin Why did I do this? My mind played a evil trick.....
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3 Reviews Added on June 15, 2020 Last Updated on June 15, 2020 AuthorHayllieN the Country US, NCAbout"Our imagination is great, it can sometimes be the best thing about a person, even if putting it into words comes hard." I may not be the best writer, but with a huge imagination, I am always coming u.. more..Writing
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