I'm tired,
of sheding a million tears.
of feeling bitter,
of my stupid fears.
I'm tired,
of flashing the brightest smiles,
of hiding my damp eyes.
I'm tired of giving in,
everytime.
Of crying alone.
Of confessing lies.
Of hiding.
Of goodbyes.
And I'm tired now,
as I lay in bed,
wounded, my scars deep.
And yet,
She still holds onto me.
A stranger.
That old lady.