break me
use me
hurt me
anyone is fine
i don't care who
as long as they can break me
as long as they can make me forget your name
as long as my mind goes blank
i don't care
thats what i used to think
but i was still un happy
but i still lied to myself
i wanted freedom and to get that
i had to be held down and hurt
i gave power to someone else
i let them take my freedom
and the more they took
the more i felt free
but it was lonely
and i knew why
and so the more freedom i needed
everytime he held me i asked him to hurt me
to make it so i could only think of him
i wanted him to destroy me
to make it so i couldn't feel anything
but pain
but it was never enough
i wanted more
i wanted to be hurt more
i wanted more
everytime i would beg to be destroyed
i would beg to be hurt
but he couldn't
and i hated that
i hated that no matter how much i was hurt
i hated that no matter how many times i was held down
your name was always the one i wanted to call
i hated that no one could break me
i hated myself
but most of all i hated that i needed pain
because pain meant peace to me
YOU ARE READING
To You
Poetry"love balances on a small line something so small can break it the love changes without a warning and you ask yourself when did it really start to break"
