Consensual Death

I'm so sick of living.
Just kill me.
Murder me.
You know you want to.
You know you want to see me squirm and then, go limp.
You want this.
You are slowly killing me. Why not just get it over with.
What is it about me that just "tears you apart". Huh?
What is it?
Is it my body?
Cause if its that. I can change it.
Is it my mind?
If its that. I wont bug you with my problems anymore.
I wont tell you what's wrong. You wont take care of me.
I will take care of you.
I am giving you me. Thats all I have. So take it and do what you please.
Beat me.
Rape me.
Defile me in anyway you see fitting.
Just don't leave me.
Just don't leave me.
Just don't leave me.
You have my heart. If you leave, it will go with you.
And I will slowly fade into a dusty old shell that will chip and crack.
It will shatter.
I will slip into the hot abyss. I don't want that.
I would rather be here with your smell in my nose, and the hot tears running down my face mixed with blood.
If that's what it takes.
Baby, I can't be without you.
I can't be without you.
I can't be without you.