Is this why

The knife in my throat
Feel the blood running down
The pain in my spine
The world spins
all around

I looked up
To see it wasn't real
It felt like dying. . .
So surreal.

I looked at you
Then ran to hide
I felt my heart almost stop pumping
Without you by my side

I don't need you for happiness
That's not the case
I just hate
to feel the death
of my heart's race.