Please Hurt Me

You can take the knife,
Cut me if you like.
Let the blood drip onto the bathroom floor.
It's not surprising,
How much I want more.
I want the pain loving you brings me.
I want the bruises on my body.
I want the cuts down my back.
I want to say,
Loving you brings me that.
Because without you,
My body will still be porcelain.
Made of glass.
Is it funny,
That I hated myself before.
Before I was faced with the fact,
That I loved the agony?
I love the soreness the morning after.
I love the stinging.
Please hurt me more than before,
So I can love myself again.
Please tell me I need more,
So I can love the pain.