Too

Too cold.

And there's too much light,

with brown eyes shut tight.

Hurts too much

but can't feel a touch

And everything is too.

It's too hard to make friends.

Too hard to find love.

Too hard to make a living.

And oh, too many deadends.

Too much on that shove,

Too less on that giving.

Too little of that ambition,

That had too long ago gone.

And there's too less faith

Which had disappeared too fast.

In too bad of a condition,

Feeling like too much of a pawn.

It's too little of a daze,

Sensing too less of a blast.

So show your face 

For it too, 

Is too little.