Cry

When you cry, I want to cry.
When you're sad, I feel like crying, too, out of frustration that I can't help you.
I don't care if I cry but you have to at least try your best.
The reality is that your best may not suffice and it also might hurt trying but I still think there's more in it for you if you do try your best.
It's not easy but you benefit so much more from the narrow paths than the wide ones.
Sure, its a little thing and nobody cares that you tried at all but somewhere, sometime it'll all come around and you might never know it did because you'll be so caught up in the happiness.
No matter how much you eff life, it's still there with you and others so it's best not to brush it aside.
It's okay to cry. Let's cry together. And then, I'll do all I can to help you.
My best might not be enough and you probably won't appreciate it but I will never regret it. And somewhere, sometime, reality will accept my best. It will have to.