When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, and fall into bed. You just want to let everything out that you’ve been keeping 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. You just really want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay. Although it never will be, will it?
And no one’s going to be there. And 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 fix everything else at the same time.
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.
Yet you’re still wishing.
You’re still staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes.