Waiting to die (FICTION)

I lay in my bed, dead but breathing
A fact that I regret
You left my heart beating
You should have just killed me instead

You spoke the words so freely
Not understanding their worth
I stared out the window, unbelieving
I've loved you since birth

Tell me why you have done this
Why have you murdered me?
You have cornered me in, like a hunter
I have nowhere left to flee

I lay in my bed, dead but breathing
Count yourself, however, free
It will not be I who will judge you
After all, you owe nothing to me