It's Too Late

So here I am. Again. Alone
The light is broken. Too hard to see the page
I broke it. I broke it
Too tired to read. Too awake to sleep
All the time. All the time to think
How did I find myself here again?
There are times. When I dream of this
But not here. Not here
This is success. This is how it feels
No one knows
I’ve succeeded in killing it. This is success
This is how it feels. It’s numb. It’s cold
This is just the help that I needed