Too late

I would give anything to go back in time, to do you right, to hold on to us with all my might.
I should have fought for us, but I went and broke your trust.
Now I just live day-by-day, taking drugs to mask the pain, losing myself in every way.
Without you my soul's mal-nourished.
I'm a stranger to myself, a nameless tourist.
While without me you've seemed to flourished.
Alone and disheartened, I lack such courage.
You've always been strong and relied on yourself.
I've always been weak and needed your help.
You loved me despite my lack of wealth and my detoriorating mental health.
I know you're gone, but I still miss you.
I took for granted every time I kissed you.
Now, I tell you I love you without hearing it back and inside I am void. Just dark, cold, and black.
Please give me a chance to pick up my slack, so we can build together and get back on track.
I'm sure I'm too late, and you'll call it fate.
But your words won't alleviate my regret-fuelled self-hate.