Kill me please

Am i an idiot, am i stupid for being me, for doing the things I do? For believing in all the wrong people, for giving everyone a chance, and allowing myself to be walked all over. These are my marks of anger and rejection, my call for a recall, for a memory that seems so close yet so far away. Its a distant planet in another galaxy, my grain of sand in the ocean. Kill me, save me, do what you like to me, youve already ripped me apart and left me for the vultures, left me with the salty taste of hope forever burning my lips, forever pulling at my heart, forever stabbing my insides and killing the butterflies, forever and ever and ever.