A killer breakup

This me after a particuly bad breakup but nope I didn't actually kill myself

I need a surgeon to fix this lump of broken heart.
Why, why did you do this to me?
Did I offend in some manner?
I know whatever I did to you never could have hurt as this.
I lay here bleeding dying confused and alone.
Could you have said something less blunt or did you wish to compound my heart into a pancake?
I write this poem in a way to make sure I don’t lose my mind and I don’t hurt myself but its not working.
You make my wrists feel willing to be slashed like tires of a hated teacher.
My brain is now trying to comfort my heart and keep it alive but its losing the battle.
I keep hoping to wake up and find you sitting next to me.
But no this is reality and I don’t want to be in it anymore.