Hit Me Punch Me Cut Me

Hit Me, Punch Me, Cut Me

If you told me to drop dead,
and I wasn't wondering instead,
it would be easier... it seems.

If I fall apart at the seams
it's `cuz I feel I can't go on.

I anticipate some new dawn
where a day comes with sense. (but)
I am awfully fuckin' dense.
You don't care for me... never have,
and no spiritual bullshit salve
will heal the wound I now feel.
You are not even real.

Psychic battles, somehow gory,
are how I'll remember Laurie...
if I'm walled off from sharing.
And though my life I'm daring,
I'd rather you hit me, punch me,
cut me, pierce me, so wound me
I could be free.

Please hurt me. Really. Yours, S.

Tell me to go to hell
so I can make myself well!
Otherwise: forgive, or "fuck you".

I am dying. ...do you care?

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