Too Fake Too Late

You can’t feel me while I’m locked in sorrow.

You can’t reach me until a new tomorrow.

It’s not like you cared up until this time,

So quit faking with your words like the moves of a mime.

It doesn’t matter until I make a change with a choice.

You never took the time to hear my voice.

But you can’t ignore the evidence that I leave.

My blood is on your hands, but try not to grieve.

Reviews

[nightmask]

very nicley written creates a story in your mind I enjoyed it :]

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Distrubing but interesting; you are not reachable but in sorrow yet expect someone to wait for you to be reachable.. however if you are in some form of self-discovery you may not realize the guilt you place on another which makes this pretty provocative. Being through alot myself you may not want to lay the guilt of your own doings (if you will) on another human for not being able to listen.. some people are simply not strong enough to be there if this is a real saga. They may have there own issues to deal with as well.. I still really feel emotion though through this.. keep it up..everyone needs to express themselves. This poem made me feel Sad.