Try to say I love you, but the feeling is warped. I am grateful for your time and energy you gave for me, all those years you spent for me. Try to open up to you, but your jokes and laughter seem so far away, the silence between us is made unbearable, because I'm the only one who noticed.
Try to be the best for you, but it came crashing down on me instead, you still think me fine but I've come to hate the word when said.
Try to be selfless but I feel self-centered, selfishness is a blade I use against myself, tearing me down inside.
Try to tell you how I feel, but when I see your face I can't think of the words, I hide away in shame and defeat, wishing you could see my pain.
Try to be useful, ending up a bigger burden on you, trying to say that I'm sorry, and hoping you won't ask why.
Try to be strong on my own now, you've done your best, I blame you for many things, but in the end they're not your fault but my own.
Trying to say I love you.