It's like a fever
Chills all over than hot all over than cold again until everything becomes just a blur of different temperatures
Everywhere and everything just feels like a white cloud of either cold mist or steam
Just the feeling of your mind go blank with words until you have no clue what your purpose is in this world is supposed to be
Your windows into the world become hazy and dull; glossy with tears
The emotions become so painful that you block them out and become as numb as noon
The skin on your wrists becomes scratched like lines in a tree
You start to see your skin as paper
Hot cold, hot cold, all over again
Hot.
Cold.
Hot.
Cold...
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Ghosting Happiness (POEM BOOK)
PoetryTeaser: The simple misunderstanding of the circumstances of my fear isn't that I'm afraid of spiders, or highs or of anything physically possible at all It's like a chill down my skin that causes my heart to race and the people around me to space...
