Too Many / Too Much

There are too many people to care about any of them.
There are too many stories to tell your own.
There are too many memories I have long forgotten.
There are too many words to ever be used for the truth.There are too many places to exist in any of them.
There are too many moments to have your own.
There are too many fears I want long forgotten.
There are too many lies to ever see the truth.

There is too much meaning that I will never find.
There is too much beauty who’s fate is to fade.
There is too much life that I don’t know how to live.
There is too much hope that I put to death.

There is too much air for my lungs to never find.
There is too much hurt that I will pray to fade.
There is too much doubt that I force to live.

There is too much nothingness that draws me to death.