Knife

Just being in your presents sucks all of the positive all of the happiness out of me. Now you expect me to be happy, put on a fake smile for you. You really don't make me laugh. I wouldn't even care if you dropped dead infront of me, wouldn't even lift a finger too help so why do you think you're so important. Huh, who told you that lie. Who told you you were that important. No, no my darling, you are wrong to think that I am the same person who would let you hurt me twice, this time around I am the one holding the knife.

~A.