A stalker's miss love 2

The entire Sunday I was worried sick. No calls, no messages. Nothing. If you are dead or alive, I wouldn't know.

You decline all my calls and ignore all my messages.

'What is going with you?'

'Where are you?'

Midnight and you are not home. The lights were on, but you weren't home.

I sat in my car for hours, crying and waiting for you, but you showed.

'Do you even care about me?'

No, I can't think like that.

What if something has truly happened to you?

I should have bugged you care like I wanted to, it would have made it much easier to keep a track of you.

I drove home with tears in my eyes, minutes to two and a pounding headache.

'Damn you for making me feel this way. I love you and here you are, making me feel worthless.'

I took a pill and passed out right there on the kitchen floor, with the empty bottle by my side.

The next morning when I woke up, my eyes were swollen and red, but I can't c