die? or already dead

you deny me once
and then once more
your first broke my heart
and now its tore
so i lay in my tears
waiting for the healing
surrounded with fears
and numbness no feeling
and i die once
i die once more
and i lay here now
on the cold floor
you took my heart
and let it burn
throwed it on the ground
my only question now..
when is it my turn?
for you to die in your self pity
lay on the ground
and be sallowed in pride
so how are you really living
when you already die?
this is for a friend who died a short while ago..
to my friends can you guess who it is??