Agianst my heart

In my mouth a bitter taste, as once agian my heart is pained.
You took to much while you pushed to hard, It would seem at last you have gone to far.
The cringe of teeth, a razors twist, a newly open wound upon my wrist.
A simply plan to begin the healing, as I lay upon the floor my body looses feeling.
The blood runs down to soak my fingertips, as paleness sets in to my face and lips.
With my last breath I admit all I have done wrong, My eyes close shut and the pain is gone.