So this i sorry

The skin on my back is healing but I gave you back the knife. My
heart's the sheath and I'm bleeding and you're living in the
lie. I understand why you were that way. You're not crazy just
confused. I've got so much I need to do and nothing left to
lose. Your trail of tears leads nowhere, so stop the charade.
I'm not the one to blame for all the bad choices that you made.