Too Late Poem by Wishing For Perfection

The rain pelting against my skin
The thunder roaring in the background.

I cant stop my feet.
They continue to move
My legs scream in pain
My mind tells them to go faster.

Faster.
Faster.
Faster.

I need to escape this prison im in
Full of pain and sorrow, death and misery
Self mutalation and physical abuse.

Its all become too much
Too much for one person to handle
Too much for one person to battle alone.
And if i dont escape...

It will be too late.