I’m so fucking exhausted.

I don’t want to think anymore, yet my mind keeps racing.

It hopes you are ok,

When I shouldn’t give a fuck.

Please give me a sign,

Let me know you’re fine.

I hate not knowing,

I hate that you don’t care.

I wish I could speak to you

But I’m pretty sure it’s too late.

I hate you for the fact that I can’t be angry with you.

My mind won’t seem to allow it,

Even though my heart is severed in half

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

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