A Bit Too Late

A Bit Too LateBy Rachelle * Fernandez

Torn out of place,
in this sorrow space,
what is this place?
why do i feel so cold and hollow?
im inside out,
i came out different then before.

this game we play is a tricky game,
everyone has played it before,
but your game is much more different then the rest,
"get out before your hurt" is the game you like to play,
yes hurt the other so you come out unscared,
i've heard of your kind before,
yes you,
the one that knows this game more than any other,
but in a way you only hurt yourself in the end,
leaving one,going on to the next,
your time is almost up and what do you have left?nothing,the sad infinite truth,
and then you wonder,
hmm i wish id been better,

im sorry but your a bit too late,
 for the train has left the station,
alone and have nothing but the clothes on your back,
waiting for the train that had left,
and you know what?
this train isnt coming back.