Sitting down on the bathroom floor,
Stands up she cant take anymore,
Grabs the razor from the top shelf,
Screams out loud as she cuts herself,
She closes her eyes and bites her tongue,
Ignore the stinging that will come,
The knife cut deep causing her pain,
Its too late she cut a vain.
Alice Winters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-late-56/
