These aren't my shoes (poem)

I'm coughing up blood.

Not much else to do.

These aren't my size.

I can't make them fit.

The world's on a string.

Its squeezes me whole. 

Its grip is so hard.

This used to be easy.

You lost my respect.

No reason to talk.

I don't like your walk.

You hear what you want.

I hate all this chatter.

I don't know your type.

Who are you my mother?

Its really a shame.

I'm wrongly accused.

You like to throw knives.

I've sold all my tears.

I needed them too.

I died for a thousand,

I came back for one.

I hated you more. 

I should have stayed dead.

I want to stay dead.

But you will not have it.

I take you for granted.

I'll try on the shoes.