Stab

I am like taking a knife,
stab it on my heart,
hurting myself,
but death turned away from me,
suffer hold on to me,
in pain,
I bleed.

Then you came with him,
got hold of the knife,
I thought you would pull it out for me,
but instead,
you turned and turned the knife,
stabbing it deeper,
and put salt on my wound.

Why?!