The Knife

I look away, is this really the end?
He sounds so serious, his voice doesn't bend
I run from the room and grab a knife
"I'll do it," I scream, "I'll end my life!"
He tries to stop me, he tries to explain
It's too late, I'm in so much pain
I'm lying in a pile of blood on the kitchen floor
He looks around as if he's looking for a door
He won't leave me will he? He will stay.
As the pain is numbing, he slowly walks away
That's it? He won't call for help?
As I slowly gasp for my last breaths
He takes one look, then leaves me to my death
I feel abandoned, and left behind
Maybe he wouldn't have left me if I was more kind
Slowly my breath is stopping, I look toward the door
And see two pairs of feet walk on the floor
He didn't leave me, he went to get help
Sadly it's too late now, this pain is like a needle
Slowly i told him my last words as I gasped for breath
"Thank you, I love you to death."