You know that feeling?
When you are just waiting.
Waiting to get home, into your room.
To close the door and fall into bed.
And just let everything out.
All the things you have kept in all day.
That feeling of both relief and desperation.
Nothing is wrong.
But nothing is right either.
And you are tired.
Tired of everything, tired of nothing.
And you just want someone to be there.
To tell you its going to be okay.
But no one is going to be there.
You know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you.
But you are tired of waiting.
Tired of having to fix yourself and everyone else.
You are tired of being strong.
And for once, you just want it to be easy.
To be simple.
You want to be saved by someone other than yourself.
But you know you wont be.
Yet you still hope.
You still wait.
You still stay strong.
You still fight.
With tears in your eyes,
You fight.
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