Stick a knife in me, I'm done.

 I always said I would and I did. I cut you loose and let you go. It's been so hard on me because in the back of my mind I still think you need me but if you needed me you would have made me a bigger part of your life or at least had tried more. So that's it, I'm done. Part of me thought you'd care more, part of me thought that you would fight for me. But you haven't said a word, maybe you just haven't noticed that I have deleted you but I have. I hate the pain, I hate to dwell, so I do what I do best. Push it all down and throw myself into something else. I refuse to let you make me feel useless anymore, I refuse to let you make me cry. I just hate to feel, so I'll push through and simply forget about it. 

Stick a knife in me, I'm done.