I am tired. It is just simply exhausting to pretend to be okay when I am anything buy okay. I am tired of holding my sorrows and pain so tight that they spill out at the worst moments. Allowing others to see what I prefer to remain hidden. I am tired of giving so much of me to others that do not understand the difficulty it entails to do so. I just wish I could tear apart the veil the lie I have created so meticulously and let you see what is the reality of my life. How the simplest of tasks are difficult and how I struggle to keep my carefully constructed world together. Some days I am tired of me.