I'll finally put the knife down

After all i put you threw.
you still stuck around.

Every time I left you,
you came chasing after me.

Every time,
I went back to you,
I held the knife,
you kept walking into it,
You kept trying,
and i kept hurting you.

I don't want to hurt you anymore,
I don't want to see you cry,
or see the scars.

It feels like I'm stabbing something,
and that something is dead.

My love for you...
has died.

This time its for real,
and I wont be coming back to you.