i beg of you

tear holes in me. i am nothing. take what you can and dont think of giving it back. wear what you will and despise me for liking it. half of me wants to never see your face again, the other half pines for it desperately. those memories of freedom haunt me in my prison cell, taunting me, the smell of open air. tinny forgotten tunes and accompanying sensations that i have held back. please take it, for its a blessing and a curse. please take it, its all i have left. leave me with the holes.