Last one standing

Deaths firing range,
is something that we cannot sadly change,
From love to hate and back again,
is what causes us to cry in pain,
the love once shared,
and the people who cared,
are sadly gone,
gone from pain,
gone from shame,
gone from a place where they were once blamed,
the words that fill inside my head,
goes something like " No one cares, to them your already dead.."
even though many have surrendered,
i guess I'm your last contender,
do your worst,
do you harm,
for all what you'll do ill keep emotionless and calm,
i will stand tall,
stand up for all,
why should we suffer,
when what we could be hearing is the the joy of laughter