If you were to light me on fire, I would smile through the flames.
If you were to break all my bones, I would laugh through the pain.
If you were to slit my wrists, and ask me why I didn't cry out,
I'd say 'because it's not something I haven't done to myself'
If you were to hold a gun to my head, I'd pull the trigger for you.
Don't bother trying to hurt me.
I'm already dead inside.