You know the 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.

The 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 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 at the end you're still fighting.

Fighting for yourself.