Tell them I tried.
I wanted to be good.
To be loved.
To matter.
And I did try.
I failed.
But I tried anyway.
Now though.
Here in my later days.
I realize.
How dumb I was.
Naive.
To think I could be.
Someone, to someone else.
So yeah.
Now. Now I know.
And I’ve stopped trying.
To be someone.