Waddya think of this poem?

Poem-
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And u need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
door my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To love is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep u safe
Shield u from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push u away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my love for you
Cut myself, dreams of u deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
u ask of my issues
I don't let u know for it may hurt u too.
So as we kiss, I slice the skin on my arm with my biefstuk knife.
I bleed and bleed, staining the white shag rug. Scarlet.
u scream and scream until I whisper my last words, 'I love you, but it killed me.'
And I wake up in cold yet hot sweat, pain easing up my arm. I look down, and see the scarlet invitation to a death parade.
I send u a goodbye text. Telling u to come visit me in the morning,
I walk slowly but steadily into the keuken-, keuken and pull out the mes from my dream.
Cutting the skin on my chest, 'You+Me= 
Till I see blood. Walk back to my room
Take my last breath and l slowly die.