Physical nonsense (dedicated to Jan)

Hit me, hit me harder,
it doesn't hurt
until your arm aches...

Because you think...

Do I want this?
Do you need it?
Feel the power,
power over me...

Hit me, get me down,
it doesn't hurt
until you're satisfied with it...

Now I'm crawling in front of you...

Do I ask for it?
Do you enjoy it?
Hear me cry,
cry for my own pity...

Wake up! Will I wake up?
And if so, what will remain of me?

I have to do it...

Hit me, for the last time,
it won't hurt me
if I stop you...

Why would I let you do this...

I'm glad I have gathered
all the strength to be without you.