I'm sick of trying to hold it together when everything is falling apart; I'm sick of loving you when you're ripping out my heart.  I'm sick of wiping my tears so you don't see; I'm sick of trying to be the things you want me to be.  I love being alone, but hate being lonely.  I wish I could hold on to every word, you've ever told me.  I'm upset, and depressed, maybe because of you.  The only thing I know is, no matter how much I try to hide them, my feelings keep breaking through.

I started writing and this came out.  Sorry this is random