Too Late!

Stop looking at me
you wont like what you see
but you see nothing
you don’t see my scars
you don’t see my tears
no-one does
their locked up in a heart, fragile as glass

I wish you would notice
but you notice nothing
not the forced smiles
or the brooding silences
you look away
from my eyes, that you can read like brail

I'm fading-save me
but no-one ever saves me
not from the bathroom floor
not my early grave
you act shocked
when you find my body,
lying on the bathroom floor
like the broken girl you thought I could never be...