Remember Me.

My wounds are bandaged.
Wrapped up and sealed.
Under the impression,
they were fully healed.

I unknowingly ripped them.
Straight off the skin.
My mistake, all it did..
Was let you sink deeper in.

So now, I sit here.
The knife halfway through.
With an enscription on the handle.
An enscription from you.

It says 'I'm leaving this knife,
as my form of goodbye.
And whenever you're happy,
It'll remind you that's a lie.'