You know the feeling? wqhen you're waiting,. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. The feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right. 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 is going to be there. And yo know you have to be stong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you're tired of waiting, tired of having to be the one to fix yourself, 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 know it won't be. But you're still hoping, wishing, and you're stil staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes. You're fighting.
