You know that feeling?
 

      When you're just waiting.    Waiting to get home,into your room,     
 close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything that you kept 
 in all day, out.   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 you're tired of waiting. Tired of having to be
the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong.
And for once, you just want it to be easy.
To be simple.   To be helped.   To be saved.
But you're still hoping. And you're still wishing. And you're still staying strong
and fighting.   Even with tears in your eyes, you're fighting.