Bystanding is useless unless you make a move. |
A Little Too Late (Something Sooner) I never noticed you there Had it always been you Resting there at the corner of my eye Had you watched me All of those times While I watched my vein pulsing All I needed was one slice One drop of blood to reach the surface Cold and icy Overcoming the desperation within me A smile giving away my satisfaction In mere seconds it would go away Again I was alone With no feeling Another slice This time deeper Smile returning as I watched the blood As it overflowed Spilling across my scarred arm The intensity The flavor A stream graciously flowing I flexed and it was ice all over again A little longer the feeling stayed Then the moment ended Covering the incision with a Band-Aid I'd head back to class Again I was swallowed By the grayness of depression My fingers ran over the wound A sliver of arctic winds Satisfaction again All this went on while you watched And you tell someone Only now Now that you've found me In a pool of blood on the floor Now you decide to do something about it Now you decide to tell my story Now that I'm buried in the ground Now that my soul burns behind the gates of Hell If I could feel I would hate you For not doing something sooner |