Literature
Trying.
"I'll try", I say.
Softly.
Shyly.
But what use is it,
When my only goal,
Is not getting worse.
"It's no use"
I'm stuck,
In this dark place,
Yet full of light.
I can try.
I'll try getting out.
But I've said it before.
Quietly.
Almost Inaudible.
"It's no use" probably