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Its To Late To Apologize

Poem By Courtney Stude

Its to late..
Its too late to apologize...
I'm fixing to break..
Its not you my friend...
Everyone just pushes..
They just push to hard..
They knock the breathe out of me...
I can't take much more..
I stay strong and to myself..
I don't let my emotions out....
I keep them in...
The aren't ever to allowed to escape...
I feel an inch tall...
I hide my feelings..
I try to be what society wants me to be..
But its so hard...
I just shatter into a jillion pieces...
Quietly inside my thoughts..
These thoughts block out the world sometimes...
But the evil in this world is so strong...
Its so strong it leaves me paralyzed mentally...
My mind is in a constant battle with this mortifying world...
A battle that neither will win...
I know this...
I know this because...
Because to be honest no one has ever met me...
I have lied to all of you..
The me that I act like now...
Its not me..
Its not the real me..
I've never expressed the real me..
She's locked up....
She was captured by this world during my battle..
I can't seem to find her in this mess..
The death...
The gluttony..
The evy...
The lie...
The lust....
This deceving world that seems so great to all of you...
It snatched me up and hid me from everything....
It baracaded me by myself...
None of you can change what you've said...
None of you can ever change what you've done....
But you can let me go...
You have stolen me...
Just let your noses be even with mine now...
Slide off your horse...
Unlock my cell....
Let me be free with you once again...
But this time walk with me...
Walk right beside me at a steady pace...
Do not walk behind me...
Or else your destine to fail...
Don't walk ahead of me...
Your destine to stray and veer off with out me once more...
Just be here for me this time...
I can not ever change what i've done either...
And for that I am ashamed...
But no one here can fix the past...
And they will never gain the power to niether...
I was drawn...
Drawn between everyone during this battle...
They stared right at me...
Their eyes slicing me into pieces...
Their heart-stopping whispers...
I could just smell all of the hate..
And I felt alone...
This feeling often visits me...
It haunts me...
But strangly I am not afraid....
I just simply dread it....
But I still fight my battle...
I win some...
Then I gain...
But then I lose..
Then the weight of the world returns to my shoulders.....
I hope this battle ends...
Because its way to late...
And its way to late to apologize...
I'm just ready to break.

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can eye say, I'm sorry, then? ? ? i'm tired of battlin'.


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