A Prefect Way To Ruin A Day

Why does she find the need to tell me these things that I wish not to hear. It's like a cold embrace lifting me up by the collar and finding it's way into my links and then my spine, only to bring me down and throw spikes into head, filling it with a trembling pain that covers my body. What am I to do?

Crawling Skin

The tears burn my eyes as I hold them back, the sickness welling up inside me, up my throat and holding heavy in the pit of my stomach and I can't think straight with this flash of heat covering my body