Hopeless; left to be thrown

To live and be live,
I just wanted the truth and a truce,
But only get blamed and bruised,
It only kept ruining everything.
Still, with this life, I had to cling.

Now, the magic within me is gone,
I remain a silhouette within my home,
I'm someone else, no trait of me remained; none.

Like a tangled yarn,
Hopeless; left to be thrown,
What more to expect,
There was no way to unravel me,
Oh! With that I am prone.
But still, I was waiting for someone who could hear my crooked moan.

And I don't know why I'm good at waiting,

It did me nothing good but, 

Like a burned-out Hester, 

I'd rather fester. 

I'd rather frost,
Clinging on the door in the middle of the cold,
than bolt.