A Piece of poetry

Water or tears

Hot water is running down my body.
I'm feeling nothing else, but void.
You won't see these deep wounds inside me.
You have made your right choice.

Everything around is crumbling.
But I'm still feeling the void.
And this little world inside me
Is slowly beginning to drop.

My blood is getting cold.
Your love is no longer here.
But I'm not dying at all,
I'm just sleeping, dear.

I would like to stop it.
But I can't hear my heart beating.
And I don't know what's hotter, -
The water or my tears.