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It's Too Late Now
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depression I've become reclusive.
Shying away from my family.
And they notice.
They see that I don't smile like
I used to anymore.
The laughter in my eyes has vanished.
They laugh and dance around
Like fools with glee. But I simply stare
With a frown on my face.
Their smiles quickly vanish.
And they get quiet.
Their brows furrow with worry.
As they step forward,
Their palms open with comfort,
I step back.
Their sympathy is a fire to my skin.
Their troubled faces are met only with
My tear filled eyes.
My lips trembling.
They are the cause of
My sadness and anger.
So why do they act like they care
When it's too late?
-Morbid Seraphim
