Lost The Battle, Lost The War Poem by Sierra Staten

I've lost all will to live.
I'm surrounded by unhappy music, people, and colors,
and I'm required to create my own happiness?
That's impossible.
When I seek help I'm told people have it worse, but, do they really?
What could be worse than living while you're emotionally dead?
When you can't feel anything but pain.
You have nobody to turn to and you bottle it up... up.. up..
until it explodes like a soda that's been shaken once too many shakes.
My flaw was that I cared too much.
I let too many people find my soft spot.
What kind of place is it where we care for somebody and be punished for it, Oh what a cruel world it is.
I let too many people push me down.
Let too many people let me down.
Let too many people abandon me in my time of need.
I stayed strong though, for my strength was what kept other people's strength alive.
Little did they know, my strength was fake. My smile- fake.
I stayed strong so they didn't have to know I was slowly dying.
And I can no longer fight through this.
I've lost my last battle and...
I've lost my last war.