You know that feeling?
When you are waiting, waiting to get home,
close the door and sink into bed.
And just let everything out that you have kept in all day, week, month.
That feeling of both relief and desperation,
Nothing is really wrong,
But then nothing is really right either.
And you're tired.
Tired of everything, tired of nothing.
And you just want someone there to tell you its all going to be okay in the end.
But no one really is there.
And you have to try and be strong for yourself,
because you are the only one who can fix you.
But you're tired of being the only one who can fix you,
and you're tired of feeling that you have to try and help fix others.
Tired of trying to be 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 waiting.
And you are always hoping.
And you are still trying to stay strong,
with tears in your eyes.