To The Core

I’m fucking cold, but the ice doesn’t burn.

I’m fucking cold, and it’s not hard to discern.

An underlying chemical imbalance, propped up by Zoloft, Buspar and decreasing desires.

Happy is sad and I didn’t hit rewind in time.

I’m so mother-fucking cold, now she’s cold too.

I’m cold to the touch, inside—no lucky happenstance

I worked for this—

Had help with this.

Destroyers

I’m frozen through and through,

Sunburnt

Burnt by the darkness too.

“Make me feel something “

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