Abuse Me, Please.

Some people like to be abused. For whatever reason.

I am one of them.

I want to be so completely wrapped around someone's finger that I lose myself.

In losing myself, I lose my pain and gain a new one.

Is this a trade-off of necessity.

Make me forget who I was.

Make me remember who I want to be.

But what do I want to be.

Who do I want to be.

Do I just want the thought of being with you.

At all costs.

Does she know what she's doing.

Is she leading me to heaven or hell.

Would I even know the difference.