Broken Death

I've been up and down and flipped around in my life.
I've cut and bled and sighed and cried to rid my strife.
I've been here and there and everywhere but to be sincere i don't care.
This life is not fair; I've paid my fare; In my heart is a tare.

I've given my all; now I fall.
I plea; I pray; I'm a cliche
I cut; I bleed; On life, I feed.
I lived; I tried; now broken, I died.

This was a way better poem.. but apparently i wasn't logged in when i submitted it ... and i lost it.. yelp ... i was pissed ... all i could remember was this... it was longer ... and i changed a few lines...