this is my poetry story

its so late

Skies are dark I wonder awake, insomnia grips me like the
Chains that grip my heart, I still wonder if you'd be up,
But the wishful thinking makes me break into pieces, its so late,
I've cried for days, the loneliness tears me a part from the
People who care, who are worried, and afraid, but what could I do,
Its so late, no ones awake, no one would be but just.... Me,
No one listens to me but the voices in my head, they drag me down,
Too deep, too far, to wonder, to stray from their path, cause,
Its so late, the struggle, endless,the night get darker until its pitch black,
The tiredness gets harder to fight, and its time to sleep but,
Its too late......