Blood drips as words cut open your heart,
little stabs at first so small few notice,
as time goes on the tears go deeper searching for your pure heart,
why does it continue what is there to gain,
Do they envy your happiness?
Do they loath the passion they lost so many years ago that you show?
or do they have their own knives digging into their hearts?
What ever the reason it gives them no right to kill you,
nothing you\'ve done hurt them in anyway,
so take the knife they stabbed in so deep,
and give it back,
tell them your sorry,
sorry for their pain,
their loss,
and help them heal,
who knows some day they will save you......
