Dress of knives

My love made me a dress of knives,
Each one a "lesson" in disguise.
She denies my dress of knives,
Saying that I'm the reason for her lies
The knives, the knives, digging deeper inside,
Ruin our lives with your knives.
"She's just a friend" my Alice lies.
I'm dying inside with each lie.
"Just tell me the truth!" I cry,
"Instead of plunging a knife in my chest,
Just tell me... Make my pain less.."
But no, you must make my dress of knives.
Made out of your lies, insults, and commands,
The ones that have ripped my life out of my hands!
Twisting my words until I'm the villain,
Until it is MY fault that you cry.
I die.
Again and again, but I can't escape, can't just be friends.
Silence.
Is it over?
Are you through?
Will you finally let me have all of you?
Am I perfect now, With my friends all gone?
Will you never leave me alone?
At last! At last!
I may make it past,
This brutal relationship,
It has torn me to bits,
But now I am perfect.


In my dress made of knives.