Tired

Lies surrounds me, chokes the breathe out of me as I sit here and take it. I've trusted. I have given all I can. But it is never enough. More I give. The more I do, the less there is of me, but still I have to give. I am not happy, but laughter still find its way out of my mouth. I am sad, and still I smile that smile that reaches my eyes. I want to cry, then again, tears are no longer a comfort, it just reminds me of the years I have washed away. Lost in a maze that is life, tired of trying to find my way, scared of what lies in wait for me when I do reach the end of this path. Will it be another path? Will it just be blackness? Like the blackness of my soul, the one I have not felt in years.

I do not remember a time when I heard the truth, the complete truth.