I wont leave until you're mine

What have you become when they take from you almost everything? "Your nothing Jen. No one will notice thwt you're gone. Who is there to notice. The only one who wouldve hasnt done shit. Your nothing. Just a little speck In a world of 7 billion. There is no one to remember you. There are people to remember me, but not you" He says, looking at me on the ground. "And Whos fault is that?" I question sarcastically, Already knowing the answer. As does he. "Well Mine ofcourse. But what does it matter now? Ive got what I want." He says, twiddling with the sharp glimmering knife in his hands. "And what is that?" I say, shifting away from the shattered glass on the ground. He chuckles lowly, stepping towards my lying body on the ground before putting the knife against my throat with slight pressure against my cold porclain colored skin. "You, Love"