The Knife That Caused The Flood

supposedly i care so much
but when i look at you
i see past your fake outer smile
and see you're dying, too

the subtle looks i sometimes catch
reveal more than you know
they show your passion and desire
and how you pain will ever grow

i see your chest that's marred with wounds
that run thick with your blood
but when i look down in my hands
i see the knife that caused the flood

how can it be the one i care for
is the one i'm slaying
what can i do to stop this pain
at this point i'm just praying

praying that i'll know the words
to say what's on my heart
and praying that i'll have the strength
to keep from falling apart