Oh it's love.

My boyfriend won't let me kill myself.

I have given him my knife,
and whenever I am sad,
he makes me repeat things like:

"I am wonderful and beautiful"
and,
"I mean the world to someone."

I still do not feel that way.
I just repeat the words
to make him happy,
to make him feel like
he's getting somewhere.

When in reality,
he's not.

I am not wonderful and beautiful.
I may mean the world to him,
but his world is awfully small.