Another sleepless night, another night of tumbling sideways and staring blankly to the ceiling. Thinking – deeply. This pain, it gets harder everyday, I cry every night. It’s exhausting, every tear equates a long deep breath, and I am running of breath. I have no one else to run to. In my mind there’s always the bathroom, and a piece of razor blade that I can use. Use for what? No, no, no, stop thinking about it, Neil. This loneliness cannot be my demise. But it hurts so bad. I need you. I badly need you right now. I want to hear you say to me “I’m here”, “I will never leave you”. But you’re not here anymore, and you’ve left a long time ago. What should I do? Do I follow my dark mind or do I continue down my deep thoughts? Please hear me out. Please.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.