to late

I sit alone in this shakey house we have tried to make a home. you walk right by me each morning and each night, but never really see me, i never seem to be in your sight, I've tried and tried but now I'm almost all out of fight. the empty shell I have started to become is really just wanting set free. free to find someone that has love everyday . with never one bad word to say. so fair well my love. it's too late!