Fan me if Du like my poem!!!!this was meant for my ex so don't be mean.

I lie here.
Breathless.
Tattered.
Almost dead.
He left me here to die.
KISS me.
Cut me.
Kill me.
I don't care.
Just don't make live through that again.
In with a bullet,
out with my blood.
Who cares anymore?!?
If I'm dead,
everyone's happy.
Don't cry to me.
If Du loved me,you'd be here.
Du always Liebe me,
and then confine me.
Make up your mind.
Du stab me with words.
Shoot me with actions.
I can't take it anymore.
They say Liebe hurts.
But that's not true.
But what is true,
is I am dying slowly without him.
My blood rushes out of my body at immense speed.
I'm alive.
I can hear his words in my head.
Feel his breath on my neck.
Make-up running,
blood flowing,
me dying.
That's all I need.
Death.
Oh,
where art thou,Death?
Come to me.
Whisk me away.
Introduce me to yourself.