hope

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. And you just what someone to be there and tell you it is okay. But no one's going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you're tired of waiting. You are 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 fighting.

Well, I'm closer to winning this all. 'Cause I'm still here.

I hate that feeling. The feeling when you’re sad, but you have no idea why. You just are. And in your mind, you’re thinking of all the bad things in your life and apply it to your emotions, making you even more sad. Then people ask you what’s wrong and you have nothing to say. You end up, sitting there, quiet, while it seems as if everyone, but you, is happy.