Your blood on my knife

Everytime I pick up this pen
I imagine it as a knife
Everytime I see a blank page
I imagine your life
I filled them all in for you
I hope you're bleeding alive
I'm staring at the rest of these lines
Hoping to see you cry
I'm almost to the end of this page
And you've lost all feeling
I'm writing slower and slower
But you're still breathing
I'll go deeper into the back of my mind
To the time
When I was bleeding
And you had my knife
Remember that?
Didn't think so
You had the knife to my heart
And A block in your mind
It still makes me cry
My innocence is in your hands
But your blood is on my knife

Any imput good or bad would be greatly appreciated.