Ouch.
And I’m sorry.
That’s all I can say.

That knife hurts.
It aches,
as you push it past my ribs,
and into my heart.

Blood fills my chest.
I feel heavy,
like drowning.
Who thought,
that you of all people,
would do that to me.

Ouch.
Why would you betray me like that,
and so unexpectedly?
I was happy,
and then you took a blade.

But it’s okay.
My chest swells.
I’ll be alright.
I might burst.
I deserved that knife.

The blood has no where to go.
Feels better than empty lungs.
My world turns red.
Blood drips down my cheek,
and I see you walk away,
through drops of red.

I know you’ll be back,
and that scares me.
I see no reason not to run away.
Then you would be gone forever,
but so would I.