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It's Too Late

I look for her in her room
I thought she might be in there
I saw no one was there
But I saw something else

There are crumpled pieces of paper
I started to pick them up one by one
I read it through quickly
And thinking of what she wants

She had wrote a lot about her life
About her family, friends, things
But the worse thing of all is
She wrote mostly about me

I sat down on the hard bed
And laid my feet on the cold floor
I felt so scared and worried
This is not like her before

I dropped dead when i saw this piece
It was written in blood
My heart started to ache painfully
My heart is beating so hard

My body went numb
These are her bloody handwriting
I turned and saw a penknife
Now, i know everything

I ran out with my mind being so cold
I headed to the door
Running to everywhere
And this is what i saw

I see the red lights of ambulances
People gathered around
I followed the lights and the noises
And my heart kept coming down

I saw a body covered in blanket
I saw a bracelet on the corpse's hand
That bracelet is my wife's
Now, I began to understand

I ran towards the body 
I cried, hugging my lifeless wife
What happened to her
That reason i don't want to find

My tears became her blood
I shouted at myself
Why did this happened
Can't she think of anything else

Why did she do this
Thousands questions run through me
I can't find the answer
This is not what I foresee

But it had passed since that day
It was all let to Fate
And I know till now
That it was already too late

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