Love VS Depression

My stomach feels dizzy
My heart is thawing
But to let in the love
Is to let in the pain, the hate which threatens to consume me.
A smile.
Tears.
A laugh.
Agony.
Why must you acknowledge me?
My existence is meaningless
Yet you stare.
You force your way through the door to check
That this statue is alive.
The stone is cold. Frozen.
Your touch is too hot, your breath causing fever.
This statue has gripped you.
You cannot escape and you don't know it.
I will cause our demise
My love.
If I thanked you would you be angry
Or would you look away?
You will be my end.
Ecstatic.
Wretched.
I'm sorry.