I Was Too Late
I Was Too Late
I was always there for you.
I stood up for you, I defended you.
You were my best friend,
And I will love you until the end.
When I got that letter in the mail,
A cloud of sadness and pain draped over me.
I cold not believe the words you wrote.
But I had to,
because you did write it.
After I read the letter,
I called you.
But I was too late.
“Why?” Is a question I keep asking.
Why did you do this?
Was your life really that bad?
That hard?
That excruciating?
Please, please tell me.
But you don't.
You won't.
You can't.
Because you are gone.
And I did my best to help, I truly did.
I guess it wasn't good enough.
Because – I was too late.
I was always there for you.
I stood up for you, I defended you.
You were my best friend,
And I will love you until the end.
When I got that letter in the mail,
A cloud of sadness and pain draped over me.
I cold not believe the words you wrote.
But I had to,
because you did write it.
After I read the letter,
I called you.
But I was too late.
“Why?” Is a question I keep asking.
Why did you do this?
Was your life really that bad?
That hard?
That excruciating?
Please, please tell me.
But you don't.
You won't.
You can't.
Because you are gone.
And I did my best to help, I truly did.
I guess it wasn't good enough.
Because – I was too late.
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Please comment and tell me what you think.Be sure to check out my other poems and the story this poem is based off of, "Fulfilling Her Dreams."