"My Dear Christina"

I guess I'll just
sit
     here
            in
                just
                       a
                          towel

crying always makes me
cold.
in the inside
the tears realise all the hot, all the mad, all the sad,
what's left is just
empty
and
hurt
and
cold
I always get goosebumps
and I
shake,
like an over dramatic movie.
I'll talk to my self,
out loud,
about everything that is wrong
or
everything that was right,
but no longer is...