Take care of her - bymyself

I wrote this after something reminded of my never dying pain.

I am convinced that the world,
Could not care any less for me;
In life than in death.
If I was to fall,
And my breath was to stop,
I think your world would go on.
My past will haunt my every word
And make each day less satisfying.
My eyes grow darker every second;
Because, in reality,
My soul doesn’t wish me to see anymore.
It shelters it’s dying self,
Under the burnt structure of my heart.
The instability of that haven
Is destroyed by the falling of only a tear.
So as my soul shivers,
My body turns cold,
And leaves only this to remember my soul.