Black & Blue is the style
I don't need your pity.
I don't feel ashamed.
It's none of your business.
This is my game.
If I want to be abused,
get wasted and so used,
let me do it to myself.
I am tired
of my nerves springing loose.
I am not running anymore
from the pain and people who cause it,
because I did it in my last life.
I have realized to accept and deserve it.
Sure that man is sweet
and he treats me nice and right.
But we're not meant to be
because he doesn't hit me.
It feels so good to be abused.
To know what's coming and that
I could lose.
So don't try to save me.
Let me have it.
I know it's not right,
but it's my habit.
I await my ex
to come back to me
because then, I'll actually
feel like something.
I do need counceling.
I do need help.
But I'm not getting it.
It'll be fine - just swell.
I may not live to see tomorrow;
or maybe not even tonight.
But nothing could ever change it
from making me feel alright.
Contributed by bunnyluvin
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