Cliche' Death...(old)

Its not something you can get rid of with a blade.
Your heart dies slowly, and you get weaker from the weight
Why do you stay in the darkness wishing to fade?
Why don't you call out for help? Why do you carry so much hate?

Everyone want recognition.
Especialy in their most pathetic condition.
They want their tears to burn through everyones heart.
They want to share the pain that shears their every body part.

Your desperate for attention.
And you'll do anything to grasp it.
Your desperate for alleviation,
And you'll do anything to find the exit.

Tired and beaten up.
Tears roll heavily down your face.
As you use every last strenght to find embrace.
No sound made, the mortal is dead.
A spirit wondering not knowing its death.
A body left to decompose on the pavement.
Shattered hearts, bloody razors, and the girl who left me, brought me this tradegy.

*** here is another old one...