Backwards Knife

I cut myself to see if you'll feel
I starve myself to see if you'll get hungry
Tell me, do you feel the same thing I do?
Does it hurt you when you think of my betrayal?
You tell me to be strong
But when I am; you cry
You tell me to be vulnerable
And when I am; you attack me

All I want to do is cut you with my backwards knife
So that maybe you'll finally bleed from within