go ahead. shoot.

Go ahead and shoot me some more. You often do, and you don't even know it. I've been hiding it well, I guess. Hurt me some more if you wish. I can't do anything about that anyway. You don't even know it. Oh well. I've given up. As if there's really something to give up. I don't know I just feel hopeless, yet I still exert effort. What can I do, some people are really like that. I just need to accept things. That's what I did. To lessen the pain, supposedly. But it seems like it stabs even deeper. Damn.

But that's okay. So go ahead. Shoot me some more. Until it hurts the most. Until I can no longer feel the pain. Make me numb. That's when I know I've let it go. Maybe you'll be happy. No one will bug you anymore.