I just wanna be loved...

Here I lay lifeless, No chance left for heart; For my eyes do not cry tears, But weep severed shards of glass. And as they hit the floor, I melt and bleed inside; What wicked sense of humour, Could enjoy this sickening ride? Here I stand alone, My hand is dead from lonesome rust; I bow my head from jolts shame, Why live when you cannot trust? And as I raise my head, There's a glimmer of hope upon the mound; But I see you clutch your dagger in hand, And for my back it was always bound. So here I cry in silence, I feel such numbness beyond belief; Never again will I let hope rise, I am happy to sink beneath. Still one question lingers, But I do not what to know; Do I not nurture you from the roots? Or am I an unworthy seed to sow...? - Amor e morte