Your Grieving Pain

As I hold this knife,
I think of how this is all your fault,
And how that if you knew this,
How fast you would halt.

Dead in your tracks,
I want you to watch the blood fall,
As it runs down the wall.

Enclosed in this darkness,
I hope to create,
I want you to see my fate.

The fate I have,
Was caused by you,
I hope you realize this too.

Every cut is a stab to you,
I hop you feel the pain in your back,
Because next time I see you I will attack.

The blade so sharp,
There is barley a sting,
Yet my arm is still bleeding.

I don't scream,
I don't yell,
Because this makes me feel well.

So take my pain,
Not as a gift,
But I hope it doesn't lift,
This grieving pain you should have.