that desire to have your head slammed against the fucking wall. to be hit by a truck and have your brain splattered all over the sidewalk. to have your ribcage torn apart and your heart ripped out. to be beaten up and raped. and abused because you fucking deserve it. because you're fucking a worthless cunt that only knows violence, and pain, and self-destruction. but all you can do is hold that razor is your hand, and channel all that rage into that one tiny kiss hoping that it wouldn't leave too deep a scar or else the shame will be yours to bear. and the cycle will repeat its fucking self. again. and. again.