Take me down and rip me out.
Make me frown and make me shout.
I may be crazy for even telling you this,
but sometimes, I just want to get hurt.
It almost feels like bliss;
Try burning my skin,
or kick me in the shin.
Slap my face.
Go on, give me a graze.
Why don't you bite my fingers?
Or maybe let your words linger?
I don't really know why I feel like this.
I don't even feel blue.
But, go ahead— I know you want to.
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a/n: this was so much darker than I meant for it to be. Sorry :P
Also, don't worry. I was feeling much better than what this hints.
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