Do 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. You just want someone to be there and tell you
it’s okay but no one is going to be there. 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 still fighting.