Push me to the ground

And run over my bones.

I’ll get up broken with cracks

And thank you.

Kill me with your words

And take away my dignity

I’ll cry and for the truth

I thank you.

Use me like a puppet

And tear off all my limbs

In my broken state all I can do

Is thank you.

Make me dependent on you

When my pain becomes to much

All I know to do

Is thank you.

Break me to the point

There’s nothing besides you

Then all I have left

Is to thank you.

(Found this in my drafts, which in fact accumulates over 200 incomplete story’s. Don’t ask how I’ll finish them all, because I won’t in this life time.)