Internal Damage

Write now I will right,
while I still have the words.
Your heart is a fire,
give me third degree burns.
Yes I want you to hurt me,
you heard me write.
I'm a statue by day,
and restless by night.
If you you want me to move,
no need to push,
chop off my spinal cord,
hide by the bush.
Flinch by reflex,
pinch by defence,
bully on playground,
find no regret.
Burn down all swing sets,
so no one can know,
not even me,
'course I'm a hoe