I battle my own inner demons
That you don't know of
And when I try to tell you
You don't show up

These poems are useless if you're not reading
I write these to let you know how I've stopped believing
That things will get better
And that its jus gonna stay the same forever

I'll try to help you as much as I can
As I try to balance all the elements of my world
In the palm of my hand
And try not to let it slip from my hand

And when it falls
I hope you realize that it was our last call
Not everything works out in the end
Afterall everything comes to an end

Even me.