Too Late

the phone rings 

you slowly answer the phone

your wrists bleeding

gushing blood non stop

it's him

he wants to see you

you can only answer with tearfilled yes

but so close to death unsure if you'll live to see him

you tell him what you've done....

tell him about the regret

he'll be there in 2 minutes

it'll be too late

too late

banging on the door screaming let me in

too late

breaking down the door

too late

Only to see you lying there on the floor dead still holding the phone

too late.....

it's over...

she's gone forever....

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