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