Maybe I'm tired of people saying they would stay, that they care, and then do what they always do. Leave.
Maybe I'm tired of being that friend they always turn to when they have a problem,
Being that person that always listens and knows what to say.
But the funny part is,
They don't care if you're they one hurting.
Maybe I'm tired of forcing smiles and forcing myself not to cry.
Forcing myself to make my life look perfect as if perfection is even a level to be reached nowadays.
Maybe I'm tired of being unhappy.
I'm trying to make the choice to be happy, I really am.
But as soon as I demand happiness, the thoughts creep back inside.
The words, the hurt, the memories of all those people that have left you.
Maybe I'm tired of just living.
Is that alright to say?
Maybe I just want to enter that eternal realm of perfection with my Savior.
But I can't.
I need to fight the good fight.
I need to stay strong.
But oh how tired I am.