You left me living in the past

This poem is about my poem, sorry the beginning is really bad..

now that it's over
no-where else to run,
I'll tell you my story,
But my life ain't too fun,
you held me up-close,
said you wont let me go,
but then i opened me eyes,
then understood,
all you are to me are lies,
it started from the end,
but i know i wont forget,
what they've said and what they've did,
look at me now, look who I've become.
so for the very last time, I'm gonna feel the pain inside,
so you look back at the notes that i wrote,
you'll find the girl i used to be,
the one you loved alot.
so can you think of a picture?
a loved one with a knife,
blood on the stairs a not so nice flight,
I'm still there now all cold and blue,
you left me living in the past,
still waiting to hear i love you