Poetry for who needs it

Falling.

I'm falling to pieces,
no one seem to notice,
I'm living
but I'm actually surviving,
they think they can save me,
but I'm already dead.
What's the point of living
when you are already dead inside?
I'm still breathing
but my heart is slowly stopping,
I feel it,
it's like someone stabbed me.
I'm sorry,
I'm trying my best.