The knife

You put it straight into my heart. And you smile, like nothing happened.
You, the one who made me promise not to use it on me. You, the one who told me it will be alright. You, the one who promised to make me smile, to hug me, to kiss me. You, the one who promise to always care.
And you twisted it, and watched my eyes fill with blood, saw the blood coming out, and just laughed.
And you saw me crying, you saw me dying, and just kindly explained that the wound is not that deep and I will probably survive.
Not that you would care if I would.
But just in case.

You could at least take out the f***ing knife. It's mine! Mine! I gave it to to you to keep it safe. Well, what better place than straight into my heart?!
You took everything away from me. EVERYTHING! Just give me my fucking knife back!
God, how can it be so easy for you?! How can you stab someone with so much patience, and pretend it's for their own good?! How DARE YOU to decide that?!
I wish you'll feel my pain. I wish you'll feel your blood out of your veins, the ground running away from the soles of your feet, your heart freezing instantly. Just for one day. Just for once.
I thought noone deserves that. I was wrong. You do.