masochists favourite pastime (poem)

such a great feeling when nobody seems to care when youre thrown down tossed around when theyre pulling on your hair such a wonderful feeling when the one thing you can feel is air the breeze hitting your skin as they tip over your chair as you cry and scream and kick your feet and yell at everyone around when hell breaks loose and yet youre still used and your body hits the ground when everything tumbles downhill further than it ever has and nobodys at the bottom waiting for you dirt flying all around as your body tumbles down i love the feeling when nobody seems to care i love when im thrown down tossed around i love when they pull my hair i love the feeling when all i can feel is air i love the breeze hitting my skin as im simply left there