Too Late




Help is written in her eyes

But does not show it until alone and cries

Scared to ask for help she fakes a smile

Tries to run away from her problem but it's a never ending mile

If only the bully really knew

What she was going through

But to them it's just a lifestyle

A game of survival of the fittest

They play it smart, and do it when there's no witness

Although some people see it they mind their own business

So one day she had enough

She couldn’t take it anymore because she wasn’t that tough

Told people she was gonna kill herself but they thought it was a bluff

A week later they saw her on the news and really realized how she had it rough

People say her death was fate

But in reality they knew they were too late



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