Too Late

Here's a poem I wrote about 2 1/2 years ago...

i searched for love and found none
i tried to give all i am
till my soul was stripped naked
of what I used to be
i looked at the mirror and
i see this ugly figure
staring back at me
eyes piercing through my being
i stared back in fear and wonder
who is this ugly figure
so familiar yetunknown to me
is this deja vu?
i tried to look away
and escape from it's piercing stare
but the more i tried
the more that i can't
and the longer I stood there
the more naked i felt
anger filled my being
blood splattered around
as daggers flew from my tongue
blood stained my face, my chest
my naked being
finally i found myself
people surrounding me
can no longer run
love was all around
trapped inside
too late
i smiled
i found myself
home at last
home in this grave of mine.