Do you?

You know that feeling? 
When you’re just waiting.
 Waiting to get home, falling into your bed 
and letting everything out that you kept inside all day.


That feeling of both relief and depression. 
Nothing is wrong 
but nothing is right either.
 You’re tired, tired of everything, tired of nothing.

You just want someone, anyone to tell you it’s okay, even if it’s a lie. 
A sweet lie