Just so tired

She taught me how to turn my emotions into art
She taught me how to set myself free onto paper
But now she's gone leaving behind a broken soul
He saw the pain in my eyes
He tired to take her place the best he could
But no one will ever be able to replace her
He encourages me to turn my losses into art
How can I when there's
So much pain, so much hate
Inside my head that writing it all down isn't enough anymore
I'm tired of caring
Tired of fighting to live
Tired of this pain inside me
Tired of everything
But most of all I'm tired of putting this mask on everyday to face the world
Slowly everything is fading
Can't help but wonder when will it all end?
When will god say 'you're fired'?
Or
Would I have to say 'I Quit?'