Skittles: what it feels like to live her today

You want me dead.
I get that.
You don't believe a word I say.
I get that too.
How could you trust someone who violated you?
You want to punch me in the face.
I would let you.
If you see me I won't run.
I will stand there so you can punch me.
I won't fight back.
Part of me thinks that when you start,
you won't stop.
All of me wants you to.
Did you know you don't even need to touch me?
You are already killing me.
We are already fighting.
You are trying to kill me, and my instincts are trying to keep me alive.
I'm not fighting back but part of me is trying to stay alive.
I hope you win.
I'd willingly let you kill me.
Its so much easier to die for someone.
I'd die for you without question.
That's not love through.
That's cowardness.
I'd let you torture me day in and day out,
till the end of my days.
I'd live for you.
I'd live for you,
to cause me as much pain as you need to.
I'd live for you,
to give you someone to hate
and blame.
I'd live for you,
to give you hope of finding me,
and hurting me more than I hurt you.
I'd live for you,
so you can get closer and heal.
I love you that much.
I let you destroy everything.
I didn't have too.
I fix mess like this for fun.
I don't have a future.
I can't help people anymore.
You destroyed everything I worked for,
and was building.
I exist now simply for you.
For I love you.