The rain pelting against my skin <br />The thunder roaring in the background. <br /> <br />I cant stop my feet. <br />They continue to move <br />My legs scream in pain <br />My mind tells them to go faster. <br /> <br />Faster. <br />Faster. <br />Faster. <br /> <br />I need to escape this prison im in <br />Full of pain and sorrow, death and misery <br />Self mutalation and physical abuse. <br /> <br />Its all become too much <br />Too much for one person to handle <br />Too much for one person to battle alone. <br />And if i dont escape... <br /> <br />It will be too late.<br /><br />Wishing For Perfection<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-late-55/
