Tired...

I'm tired of crying,
and shutting the door.
Holding my knife
as I sit on the floor.

I'm tired of feeling
only the bad.
Happiness never finds me,
but only the sad.

I'm tired of hurting
all alone.
There's no one to listen
as I make my way home.

I'm tired of the face
I am forced to wear.
When I am not smiling,
they only pretend to care.

I'm tired of the "caring;"
it's only fake.
They find out my problems,
and it's me they can't take.

I'm tired of feeling
anything but the pain.
The physical cuts are easy,
because it's an emotional gain.

I'm tired of locking
all of my doors
with the fear someone will open one
and see all my scars.

I'm tired of pretending,
being "fake" myself.
I can't handle it anymore-
this hand I've been delt.

PLEASE comment-good and bad and the works! thanks ~ilene~