Too Many Pieces...I Am Dead

Too many pieces,
my heart.
Like shattered glass,
every piece cutting through me,
like a knife.
Now covered in blood,
the pain I hold is visible.
All the sorrow I hold inside,
is oozing out my broken heart,
for all public to see.
To hear my screams,
and feel my lifeless heart,
taste the blood inside your mouth,
that was once keeping me alive.
My heart,
now shattered.
I am dead.