Tug of war with feelings

This is my expression of conflict of feelings

I am part of a tug or war
The battle I am meant to lose
My hands are burning to a char
Trying my best for this war to come to truse
Bleeding my hands everyday
Knowing that I can't win anyway
Still staying up and holding on
Just to find a sliver of hope to fight on
This has gone on for countless nights
Pulling atleast the threads of the ropes to find the glimpse of the lights
I know I am holding on to the end
Something even god can't lend
His hand cause he has already set it as someone else's prize
But I am furious why have I been pulled into the tug of war after the winner has been realised
Atlast I am in this war
Where except the prize no one knows I am across this par
Still the prize knows that she is not mine
Then why I asked have I been pulled into this landmine.

Author's Note

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