Sorry. I'm not as strong as I used to be. You tell me that I am, but I'm not. I'm really not.

I'm the complete opposite of strong. I'm weak, very weak, and I know that, so why don't you? You say I am, but it sounds biased. A bunch of lies, inside my head.

How am I strong?

I'm not.

I can't be there for you, like you can be there for me. And you deserve it, you deserve my full attention, but I can't give it to you like I used to, and that makes me feel like trash. Not that I'm not already trash.

You'll tell me that it's no big deal. It's okay, you'll say. But it's not. It's really not. It's not okay. So, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.