Half-Hearted

Just stop. Stop now. It's painful to see how
easy it is to take my heart rip it in two and take one half back home with you
I search for the other half, but fail so simply
I feel the blood escaping, I'm dying so slowly
You could have shot me, or stabbed me dead
But i had to suffer and have some tears shed.
I'm dead now, though i still walk.
I don't breathe, but i do talk
May i please have my heart back?