Tomatoes refuse to talk

Yes, you say it's all yours,
a little knife held by your heart,
is it sharp or dull?
please tell, is it tearing you apart?

Are you reading this poem?
can you hear the bitterness drip?
yes, no, maybe so,
maybe you don't give a rip.

I don't know why I'm worked up
i mean, it IS your life,
i suppose it's because i've shared with you
let you see MY knife

I showed you the things that killed me
that cut me through my veins
but for some reason unbeknownst to me,
you keep hiding your weary pain

So I'll ask again, are you reading?
do you think she's reading it too?
i wonder if you're aware of the fact,
that she and i don't know what to do

**if you read it, ((you know who you are)) comment it. even though i know you won't**