You know that feeling?
When your just waiting.
Waiting to get home, into your room,
close the door, fall into your bed,
and just let everything out that you kept in all day.
That feeling of both relief and desperation.
Nothing is wrong.
But nothing is right either.
And you're tired.
Tired of everything, tired of nothing.
And you just want someone to be there
and tell you it's okay.
But no one's going to be there.
And you know you have to be strong
for yourself because no one can fix you.
But your tired of waiting.
Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone
else.
Tire of being strong.
And for once, you just want it to be easy.
To be simple. To be helped. To be saved.
But you know it wont be.
But you're still hoping,
and you're still wishing.
And your still staying strong and fighting.
With tears in your eyes, your fighting.
