i hate this body, i want to tear my ribcage from the inside, claw my back, eat the hand that feeds me. Why do you make this harder than it has to be? Why do you treat me so kindly when I'm already a step away from irreplaceable damage at every minor inconvenience? why do my hands already grip and pull my own hair at every sob i cry? Touch me against my will, Beat me to a pulp, Kiss me where it hurts, Kick me when I'm down, because atleast you're staying with me. atleast you're a living body beside me. Its always "you dont actually want it!!" i do. i do i do id o ifo ido ido ido i do. Hold my heart, squeeze it, make this easier, let me be the dog i am to you, I'll eat from the trash if you tell me to. Please. give me purpose and just shatter me. My body is not my choice. Do the right thing, stop killing me so kindly.