TIRED (another poem)

I am tired of picking myself up
time and time again.
I thought that if I had just love
the world would be a nicer place to be in.

I am tired of love, I am tired of hurt,
I am tired of all these tears.
I am tired of hope, I am tired of trust,
I am tired of all of my fears.

I am tired of always feeling the loss
of someone I used to love.
I am tired of people who say it will work out
If I trust in God up above.

I have spent my whole life, doing just that,
wanting and waiting to live.
I have searched high and low, near and far,
and gave all I had to give.

I wander this world feeling alone
grasping at wisps of smoke
Such are the hopes of lasting love
While my heart quietly broke.