Till Death Do Us Part

This poem is about love and losses. Please read and review. Thanks

Is it too late?
The clock is still ticking...
There might just be some time
Running through the long white passage just to be by her side
The machine is still bleeping, thank God she's still alive
Those slashes on her wrists show the pain she tried to hide
Why did I hold back?
Why wouldn't I let her know?
That my true feelings hidden inside were the same that she did show.
Maybe it's not too late
Maybe she will live
To hear that I love her and always, always did
As i hold her hand I pray,
For her life and for mine
And in my happy heart I hear a bleep that is not mine
Panic and fustration
Doctors running everywhere
I tried to save her honest I did, I thought I was in time
It's not too late I told myself as I held her hand in mine
But I was too late
The clock has stopped, and I realease her grasp
Her soul starts to fade away and she will never know
That I, her friend, do and always will love her so.