Survival of the haters

Numb stare,
Steep fare
As I dare
To raise up.
When crowd says, "No!"
I say, "Yes!"
The words
Like swords
Pierce and confuse.
Last fuse
Blown,
Thrown with poems.
Forever forgotten
And rotten
In fear.
Oh, dear!
I think I have lost it,
And madness I've hosted.
Hoisted the love.
Replaced it by sadness.
Remained quite alive
But dead on inside
With heart beating loud
But empty of pride.
I resign from this life.
I am tired of fighting,
I hate to survive...