Every night she lies awake
blaming Insomnia.
But It's her troubled thoughts
that keep her restless.
Wondering If she will ever find
peace with her mind.

(N.H)

You know that feeling.
When you're waiting..
Waiting to get home,
Into your room,
to 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.
Tired of everything, but tired of nothing.

And you just want someone to be there to tell you It's okay even when It's not.
But you know that's only wishful thinking.

And you know that you have to be strong for yourself and that no one can fix you.
But you're so tired of waiting.

Tired of having to fix yourself and be strong.

For once you just want It to be simple.
To be easy. To be helped. To be Saved.

But you don't dare to say anything because you don't want pretend sympathy.
And you don't want to seem like you're complaining.

So you stay quiet,
Still wishing,  
Still strong
And fighting with tears In your eyes.

But you're tired of waiting.

Enjoy your stay, and here Is why:

You will be judged on what you wear,
On practically every other personal trait  
Any Imperfection about you
Which music you listen to,
And what you look like.