Why i am dead inside

it's a peom. One is what happened to me and what it did to me and other is incouraging

Why I am dead inside
I loved like a fool who thought loyalty could change fate.
I held people with shaking hands, even when they let go first.
My heart learned silence, not because it wanted to,
but because every word I spoke was met with an empty goodbye.
Some nights I lie awake, wondering if I was ever enough,
or if I was just a temporary feeling in someone else's story.
I keep pretending I'm strong, but inside I'm just a storm --
quiet on the surface, destroying everything within

In answer

No, you weren't weak for loving deeply --
the world simply doesn't know what to do with a gentle heart.
Pain doesn't disappear; you outgrow it piece by piece,
the way dawn slowly pushes the night out of the sky.
One day you'll stop bleeding for people who never tried to stay.
You'll learn that closures don't always come from others --
sometimes they come from the moment you choose yourself.
And when you rise again, you'll realize something powerful:
you were never broken...
people just mishandled something rare.