Do you know the feeling when you’re just waiting? Waiting to get home, go into you’re room, close the door, fall in to 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. You’re tired, tired of everything. You want someone to be there and tell you its 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. Tired of living. You want everything to be easy. To be simple. You know you wouldn’t be helped, but you’re still fighting with tears in your eyes. You still have a little glimmer of hope, that someone would save you.