I posted a different poem by Victor a couple days ago but I just have to share another one. He is so talented, I honestly wish I could write like him.
My all-time favorite will always be This Graveyard Lullaby but this one comes in a close 2nd place. I hope you enjoy Too Late.
My all-time favorite will always be This Graveyard Lullaby but this one comes in a close 2nd place. I hope you enjoy Too Late.
Everyone,
All inclusive, and all Exclusive,
To their own thoughts and beliefs,
So selfish and caught up in their own Bullshit.
Too wrapped up in their own worlds and problems,
To even notice anyone else,
Much less to notice their problems,
Or even that others HAVE problems to begin with.
Or worse still,
Too caught up in their disbelief's that someone they know,
A friend, lover, child, or other close person,
Could have a problem.
All with their opinions that their cherished one is beyond fault,
Needs no help, nothing wrong with them,
Nothing CAN go wrong with them,
All believing in their lies of perfection.
Either type say the same things;
"It's just a attention getter"
"It's just a phase"
"Oh they are just a little upset, they'll get over it"
"You are just putting on an act cause you don't want to take responsibility for your life"
If they only knew of what they speak...
If they only knew the pain you feel...
If they could only take their heads out of their asses long enough,
To see you are hurting,
To see you want it to end,
To see you can no longer stand it...
If they only knew...
But they don't,
They never know,
They never see,
To them their problems are worse,
Or they are so wrapped in them that they can't even see you,
Or they can not believe that this would happen to someone they know,
Or whatever...
But they all see in the end.
They all know in the end.
When it is over,
They see the signs you showed them,
They see what they missed,
They recognize what they knew the whole time...
But still they don't understand.
They say things like;
"Why didn't they ask for help?"
But you did,
You always did,
But they never saw it...
You tapped out the letters in Morse code...
Dot Dot Dot...
Dash Dash Dash...
Dot Dot Dot...
You flashed it whenever you picked up a flashlight...
You blinked it a few times too...
S.O.S.
Help.
Save me.
You asked for help,
You cried out so loud,
In the only way you could...
But no one saw,
No one heard,
No one came,
now they are...
Too Late.
-GothicIncarnate
All inclusive, and all Exclusive,
To their own thoughts and beliefs,
So selfish and caught up in their own Bullshit.
Too wrapped up in their own worlds and problems,
To even notice anyone else,
Much less to notice their problems,
Or even that others HAVE problems to begin with.
Or worse still,
Too caught up in their disbelief's that someone they know,
A friend, lover, child, or other close person,
Could have a problem.
All with their opinions that their cherished one is beyond fault,
Needs no help, nothing wrong with them,
Nothing CAN go wrong with them,
All believing in their lies of perfection.
Either type say the same things;
"It's just a attention getter"
"It's just a phase"
"Oh they are just a little upset, they'll get over it"
"You are just putting on an act cause you don't want to take responsibility for your life"
If they only knew of what they speak...
If they only knew the pain you feel...
If they could only take their heads out of their asses long enough,
To see you are hurting,
To see you want it to end,
To see you can no longer stand it...
If they only knew...
But they don't,
They never know,
They never see,
To them their problems are worse,
Or they are so wrapped in them that they can't even see you,
Or they can not believe that this would happen to someone they know,
Or whatever...
But they all see in the end.
They all know in the end.
When it is over,
They see the signs you showed them,
They see what they missed,
They recognize what they knew the whole time...
But still they don't understand.
They say things like;
"Why didn't they ask for help?"
But you did,
You always did,
But they never saw it...
You tapped out the letters in Morse code...
Dot Dot Dot...
Dash Dash Dash...
Dot Dot Dot...
You flashed it whenever you picked up a flashlight...
You blinked it a few times too...
S.O.S.
Help.
Save me.
You asked for help,
You cried out so loud,
In the only way you could...
But no one saw,
No one heard,
No one came,
now they are...
Too Late.
-GothicIncarnate