Is too late?

I say it to much,  it loses power. 

But sometimes I need it, 

On the hour,  every hour.

Thst is

The need someone

who needs me.

None of the previous.

Time whooses by,

Unfulfillment,

Suicide, good bye.

It seems all he loves must die.

But the love never does,

It like energy can never be truly destroyed.

Simply changes in form.

But the empty bottles by the bed,

They are a cruel reminder.

Off how far he will go for peace.

Hoping for a good night's sleep.

But the weight of non existent dust,

Weights him down.

He give up fighting the demons,

And in the end welcomed them

To his home.

His runny nose tells a tail.

That no one sees.

 Afraid to blow his nose,

But sure everybody bleeds.

He doesn't hear the birds sing,

Just his alarm Demanding

He wakes up.

Hits snooze even though he

Won't sleep,

But it's so close to him giving up.

And so another day.

Tired and fuked up.

Only to get out of work

And feel ready to dance

With the demons

So life no longer hurts.