Fall, Fall, Fall Poem by Isaak DeMaio

I push, push, push,
until I fall, fall, fall,
knowing I'm empty,
it's hard to stand tall.
Fighting an enemy,
breaching my walls,
no sight of safety ahead,
I still fall, fall, fall.
Round up the pessimists,
fire at the head,
fill my mind with emptiness,
desperately in need of someone to call a friend.
Emptiness, loneliness,  
everything in between,
I must respect these boundaries,
everything is easier in my dreams.
Losing control to
these doubting thoughts,
I'll never be good enough,
sometimes I wish I never fought.
My faith has dried up and run out,
I'm running low on things to say,
there is everything to say to you,
catch me in a better place, on a better day.
This poem I write,
isn't a cry for support
I'm showing you my weakness,
this is how I fall short.
These absent minded thoughts,
the things I thought I heard you say,
over analyzing every little piece,
makes me fade away.
Jumping to conclusions,
building up four walls
creating flawed designs,
I fall, fall, fall.