My whole body is almost as cold as my heart.

[butterflyskulls]

I'm tired of always shaking.
I'm tired of my cold hands.

I'm not working tomorrow.
my throat will still hurt.
I don't work until Friday. I should be better by then.

I wish I didn't get so attached to people.
I'm sure it gets annoying. at least I'm picky.
I'm not happy all the damn time.
I wish I'd stop pretending.
I live off people not paying too close attention to me.
I'm a genuine and fragile person if you get past everything I throw at you to throw you off.
I'm going to meet someone like me one day, and run.

"Between love, between hate.
Shake the silence back but it's too late.
And it haunts you, and it haunts you.
It's a love hate, heartbreak"