Tired

The laughter is gone
to be replaced by tears
the past is done
lost in years.

Why do I still shed
the pain filled tears
for the unforgotten memories
for the terrifying fears?

I am in the present now,
not the past,
I don't see how
I'm left for last.

I hold on to each bitter thought
like it is my life line
this is the life I wrought
this is the life I call mine.

Scarlet tears line my face
crying for the pain
of a past I can't erase.

So tired of fighting
a battle I cannot win
tired of crying
for what might have been.

Tired of living
the life of a lost cause
tired of breathing
life's many flaws.

Tired of smiling falsely
tired of being strong
tired of being me.