My torturer... My savior (or A Dagger)

Everywhere...
I am walking with a dagger
In my heart
Everywhere...
I can't take it out...
Or fall apart...
But no scare...

I am bleeding...
Covered with blood all over,
But still not dead...
That hot blood keeps me warm
When it is so cold...

One hand...
Can take me out of my misery
But its not there...
One hand...
Can take all the pain away, but...
Still... unaware...

I am dying...
The dagger can no longer keep my alive
With that pain...
And my blood...
Is getting cold and freezing me...
More, more and more...

A big red crystal,
With a rusty dagger in the chest,
I lay down in pain...
Unable to live,
Unable to die...
Just..
Suffering in vain!

Then she comes...
Looks and smiles,
And goes the ice..
And I am back warm.
And her hand touch my wound...
And...
The pain is gone,

She smiles and goes...
And my blood flows...
I am alive... but...
Still...

The dagger is there...