as i sat on the cold tile
tears running down me
i found that i was simply
lost
i didn't know what to do
didn't know who to tell
because i was simply tired
tired of
this world
tired of me
tired of loving you
when you didn't love in return
tired of fighting for you
when you were fighting for her
tired of being me
maybe i thought
if i was her
would i still be tired of myself?