How we Die

I've lost all feelings,
in my hands and feet.
My heart has stopped,
not even one beat.

His hands are cold,
as they sink into my heart.
My soul is gone,
ripped apart.

I feel real pale
and sick and blue.
This can't be happening.
Is this true?

He told me he loved me,
forever and always.
My heart he broke,
thinking of all those days.

My thoughts aren't clear,
my eyes full of hate.
This is how we all die
and how we relate.