A bloody christmas

You died on Christmas eve
i sat there and watched you bleed.
you said you didn't want me,
you said you didn't need me.
i felt crushed.
i felt bruised.
not to the touch,
but in the organ that beats,
the one that was beating for you...

and its okay
because i told you,
i told you that someday...
you would pay.
pay for what you have done.

i held the knife close,
not sure if this is right.
but i did it all the same,
so you could feel-
feel what its like to be thrown away.

but now its over,
now that Christmas has begun.