Yk that feeling? When you're waiting,
waiting to go home, into your room,
close the door, fall into bed.
And just let everything out that you've 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 and tired of nothing at the same time.
And you just wished that one person was there to tell you that its okay.
But no one is there.
And yk that you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you, your just tired of staying strong, and all you've wished for is to have everything be simple. easy. and to be saved.
But yk you won't be. So you keep still in the middle of it all, fighting with tears in your eyes. ​