Not much else can, nor needs to be said.
I try be to a good member of society, to keep my complaints down about my job, because the pay is good, and the people (not the calls) are good.
I try to be a good son, to make sure my mom is taking care of herself, and my sister stops realizing how smart she was, now that I am the only one who can.
I try to be a good friend, always reaching out to those I would lay down my everything for, always listening to those who wish to share their burden.
I try to be a good person, to at least, keep a smile, or a stiff back, in the face of all the Dark I carry with me, to be that pillar of strength they all need.
I try to be strong, but then I forget how not to be, how to let myself go…
I try so fucking hard…but it never feels like enough. I am never truly happy with what I have done. Regardless of whatever light I bring into myself, something always takes it back. Either there is something missed, something overlooked, or even the silence, when the world never lets them go.
That part is the hardest, I suppose. To realize that I can try, but it won’t amount to anything. Even with them. Especially with them.
I try, but what does it matter? Because what else is there? If you do not try, there is nothing. Nothing at all. And we both know, the Void is that what is the antithesis of all. Do not fall into the Void. To fall is to fail, and we must not fail them.