I thought I was taking care of you

I thought I was taking care of you, but now after two years of trying to survive, you begin to lose. Blades begin to test your wrist, tell me how did I let you get like this?

I thought I was taking care of you, but you're talking less and not trying to. I tell you just try to get through the night, but even daytime I find you only escaping with your life.

I thought I was taking care of you, now you look in the mirror and I can't seem to get through. Giving in? Giving up? Just too damn tired to try to be enough? Exhausted of everything because it's all too much? I thought you were getting better for a while there, I thought you were learning how not to be scared, I thought you were healing I thought you were prepared.

I thought I was taking care of you.

I thought I was taking care of me.

I thought I was taking care of me, but now I begin to see, I'm not as strong as I thought I could be.

I don't know how to take care of me.