Question

Don't get close to me,
Please dont start to care,
My illness is infectious,
An incurable disease.

I'll make you sick,
And I'll make you cry,
It'll hurt so bad,
You'll just want to die.

Dont get close to me,
I dont want to be held,
To feel your breath on my neck,
Is my idea of hell.

Dont misunderstand,
My hearts not stone cold,
Actually, it burns,
But It'll hurt you to know.