I type until my fingers are numb,
with messages of reassurance and love.
But you never believe my truth
because my sincerity isn't convincing to you.
You hate yourself for doing nothing wrong
But I hate myself for not be able to do it right,
to fix your problems and send them away.
But the I can't fight your problems that have no face.

The battle you fight constantly
is a background worry for me.
But the battle isn't over when I go to sleep
because the other messages keep on coming through to you.
The thoughts of pain and solitude.
Whispers in the night when you close yours eyes.
And all I can say is "Everything's alright"...