Losing everything

I made this poem off of an dyeing heart
 Lost like I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere car in need of an kickstart
 In despair
 Wanting to give up and say “this isn't fair”.
I'm losing my ability to care
 It's my worse fear,
 I'm not sure what goes on anymore I play it by ear.
 Commercials making it sound like your problems will go
 Away with an nice beer
 I'm tired of this garbage
 To me it's worse than living life on the edge.
 Broken to pieces in the inside
 Fat on the outside
 Obsessed with food, fried
 I'm not amused
 Childhood a little abused.
 Started to think happiness is a fantasy
 So much of this hypocrisy
 Lost the battle but won the war
 With an wish to an shooting star
 Lost my heart to an crook
 The winners had already wrote the history books.