a/n: Mutilation.

What do you want me to tell you?
That I like doing it?
I don't.
That I want to do it?
I don't.
That I find some sick pleasure in it?
I don't.
That I think it's okay?
I don't.
That I can control it?
I can't.
That I can just get over it?
I can't.

What do you want me to do?
Lie to you about it?
I can't.
Do you expect me to just be able to get over this on my own?
I can't.

I know it's hard.
But please.
I already hate myself enough for it.
You don't have to hate me for it too.

a/n: Just wanna be, wanna be loved.
I fucked up.