Dichotomy

Useless

I've come to terms with the fact that I'm useless.

All of your words, I've come to deserve it,

I won't fight, I won't cry, I'll just be here.

Hollow, until I die.

I know you need much more than time, I know you need love and I'll give it, undying.

I'll do it all, and do my best, even when it's not enough.

I know I'm useless, I know I'm flawed, but at least I try.

But I'm tired of trying so hard...