junkyard poetry

I've been the blue sky
fighting through the dark clouds
before your eyes
and now I want a vacation
from this strife

I've been the balance
you've lacked
and now I want to fall myself
right over the edge
of my mind

I've been your alibi,
and I've sung you lullabies
for days, for hours at end
now I'm too tired
to get myself out of bed

and now I hear you say
how do you dare not to answer my calls?
I demand you to be here
to see me through it all

and now I hear you pray
how do you dare to let yourself fall?
what help are you,
when you can only crawl?