Found my old poetry journal

I was kinda EMO in high school...

Here, have some of my teenage angst

I'm sorry,
I wasn't aware I had to bend myself
to fit your perfect little puzzle.
To break myself.
Does the truth show in my eyes,
while you crack your whip at my head?
On my knees in your favorite position-
Can you dominate me again? 
With the pain you like so much...
My blood is calling to you, spill it.
The scar will make such a grand
new addition to the others across my flesh.
Such a pretty red.
Fill your cup.
Quench your thirst.
For your decadence I die.

Oh, but what a death.