The things I couldn't tell you that night.

Wish I could be better.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I can't comfort you when you ask for my help, when you want to talk to me and I look the other way.

I'm sorry that I seem to invalidate your feelings or seem like I don't care.

I'm sorry that I lie and get you into shit.

I'm sorry that I seem like I'm a bitchy friend trying to cover up my lies.

I'm sorry that I include you in issues when you have enough going on at home.

I'm sorry that I can't seem to help on moments you feel all alone.

I care.

I care for you more than I care for myself, seeing your hurt is the worst thing yet.

I care that you're happy and even sad. Even when I seem to hide.

I care when you're sad and feel like you're all alone, I try to comfort you the the way that I was taught.

I care about you and all your problems. My reactions to your problems is all out of rage, knowing that i can't help my bestfriend.

I care even when it seems like I don't, when it seems like im trying to avoid.

I care that's why I teach myself everyday, to care for you just like how you cared for me in my moments of despair.

I'm sorry, I wish I could show you that I care.