The End.

I’m tired;
tired of the lies, the façade,
the ugly mask you wear.
I’m tired of the egg shells
that dig deep into my soles,
and the words that
rip holes in my soul.
I’m tired.
Tired of the emptiness,
the constant flow of
that slams into me
leaving unseen scars,
leaving me empty.
I’m tired.
So tired.