go on, do it.

i see the way you crush egg shells with ease, the way you stare in awe as you pour gasoline into the fire.

you know you want to hurt me. beat me till my ribs are caving in, or maybe till i rip them out all on my own. i deserve it.

i need to at least know that you hate me, and if you're going to be angry, have it be for me. the old pet you no longer want.

when i'm bleeding out on the concrete, i want you to remember it. remember the feeling in your heart and cherish it forever.

it's the least i could do.