Drowning

Drowning in your own tears.
Here I sit at my desk at work, day 5 of tears, heart breaking hurt. Very little sleep, pms, my life feels as though it's falling apart. And making it worse is feeling as though you just don't care....at all. You're standing above me watching me drown and you won't even extend your hand to grab ahold to bring me to the surface. I needed a hug, I wanted a hug. What f*****g difference does it make if it's a need or want. The simple fact that I am reaching out to you should be what matters. I'm struggling, you are struggling, we are struggling. Or, maybe, you aren't. I'm not sure. I've asked to talk to you, but you don't seem to have time. I don't know what to do, what to say, where to turn. My spirit is sinking, drowning and taking my heart with it....