if you can't save me, hurt me.

I want to destroy myself. pierce my skin and make it bleed. turn it to dust. people would then walk all over me and I wouldn't feel a thing. I can't make my skin mauve without them noticing and wondering and asking and judging. I want to belong to the nothingness.
you do it for me. bruise my knuckles, hurt my knees, cut my hands. 
I care for my wounds deeply.