This Knife
You stick this knife inside of me,
You watch me bleed.
You watch the tears roll down my face,
As I think of all we’ve been through together.
You twist the knife, adding to the pain,
You curse me, and spit on me.
You watch me suffer, love still in my eyes.
You pull this blade out, and watch the blood drip
onto the floor.
This is what I get for helping you?
This is what I get for being there for you?
You walk away as I lie cold on the floor. . .
(2007)
