Second degree burns caused by my mother.
Can you possibly take any more away from me?
Can you possibly blow on my fire any more?
Since my heart has been ripped out,
all you have done is stomp on it.
I have to get away from these ungodly thoughts,
I have to get away from these memories.
So please,
pound me into the wall
harder harder
harder
for I am so far gone now
all I can know is your satisfaction.

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