Blurbs of Thoughts

My Beautiful Killers

What's wrong with me?
Why am I doing this to her?
Is killing her going to make me feel better?
Why am I getting such a bad feeling from this?

Any of these questions go through your mind as your mouth spit daggers at me?
I doubt you even considered my feelings as you continue.
"Attention seeker", "go kill yourself", "just go cut some more"
Those are just some of my favorites from my beautiful killers.

Do you find joy in bringing me down, my beautiful killers?
Do you get pleasure seeing me fall?
Am I your source of entertainment?
Am I amusing you as my back hits the ground yet again?

I certainly do hope I'm pleasing you.
I certainly hope you're enjoying this.
This time I'm not getting back up.
I will lay on the floor for you to kick me.

Why should I get back up just to be pushed down?
Kick me, break me, kill me.
Please, I'm begging you.
Just end it all now.
Please.

I promise, I won't get back up.
I'll lay on the floor.
You've won.
So why do you proceed, my beautiful killers?

You tell me to die;
Yet you won't kill me.
You tell me I love attention;
Yet I'm not getting up, you're kicking me while I'm down.

I'll do you a favor, my beautiful killers.
I'll benefit everyone.
I'll say goodbye to you, to everyone.
I'll cut to end it all.

Goodbye, my horrendous screams.
Goodbye, my vicious torment.
Goodbye, my beautiful killers.

My beautiful killers.
The ones displaying shine all over their faces.
The ones displaying words of only the finest throughout their clothing.
The ones holding power to be killers, yet only showing the innocence everyone sees but me.
The ones that lead to the death of me.