Waiting is the worst.
I wait for the day where you tell me the truth.
Where you tell me you love me.
The day where I break free from these shackles of mine.
Where people stop telling me to just ‘be happy.’
The day where I can talk to people without fear of judgment.
Where I can ride elevators without fear of them malfunctioning.
And crashing into the depths below.
I just want all my worries to disappear. I want to escape this pit my brain created.
I’m just suffering, but you’re here by my side, helping me through it all.
Why?
I’m waiting for the day where you answer that question of mine.
What will it take just to find that special day?