Late night thoughts
I see the way you look at me, that tone in your voice when I say I stayed home all weekend again.
You think I’m wasting my life, I’m not really living, that I’m simply existing.
I wish existing were simple.
You take it for granted that for you it seems so.
I fight for the hope that one day it will be simple for me too.
You don’t have to understand the invisible war.
The war may never be over, but the battle can be won.
For now, I made it through today.