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 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 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 know you
won't be. But you're still hoping. And you're
still wishing. And you're still staying strong
and fighting, with tears in your eyes.
You're fighting.