You can fly now

As you have often hurt
Let this knife remain
For this once let me bleed
Litter my kitchen floor with rubies
Of my glistening bleed
While your mind stitches itself back to reality
Let mine fade
For as I stagger towards my living room
I can paint the walls with these deep red palm prints
And then when it dries up
You can think of the choices you made
For then you no longer have me
Hounding you, knocking on your door
For being loved
This may be the final act
Where I have to exit
So that you may learn
That I exist as nothing
As you find greener pastures.