I don't know what to do.

Why can’t you tell me              
what to do,              
how to stay                
the best friend of you?              
               
I miss you,              
not that you              
ever seem to              
                                      care.              
               
I want to talk                
to you,                
but you’re always                
                                      busy.              
               
I try to be              
the bestest friend,              
and you don’t                     
                                      notice.              
               
I do my best              
to be there for you,              
but you don’t want me              
                                      there.              
               
Everything is              
always my fault.              
I take the blame              
                                      for us.              
               
I want to be              
your forever friend.              
The one that lasts              
even past the end.              
               
Though I tried my best,              
nothing is different.              
I cry when I ponder              
that maybe to be, it is not meant.              
               
And, I will continue to try              
for our sake.              
No matter what it’ll cost me,              
or how long it’ll take.