To my desire,
You have turned me into a self abusive sadomasochist.
I hunger for the pain that blankets me
with your essence,
but whip myself raw to avoid it.
I slap myself when I think
of your rejecting glances
and catch myself smiling.
I break my bones to tell myself
that I just don't need you when I do.
I have just one question for you
Are you happy now?
Because I sure as hell am not....
-That One Girl You Know