I swear I tried.
I tried to be strong so that you wouldn’t see my wounds. I tried to give you the impression I was happy so that you wouldn’t worry too much about me. But I can’t do that anymore.
I am broken.
I have been defeated by my fears and now I can no longer act like I am fine. I can no longer smile despite feeling blue. I can no longer pretend to be someone I am not.
I’m sorry; it’s not your fault.