Your Words Are Knives

Each word is a knife.
Stabbing through my chest.
Ill try to stay alive.
Ill do my best.

Im slowly dieing.
Gradually and painfully.
Each knife is being thrust into my heart.
But no one sees.

No one sees the bloody tears
that i cry every night.
No one sees the pain
that i have to fight.

I cannot move any more.
The pain is just too great.
This is all you have left of me.
This is surely my fate.

These words are too much for me.
Im losing all life.
All of this could have been avoided.
If your weapon was a real knife.