Narrative Holocaust Poem

Life is worth nothing,
all thats here is death,
families lay in heaps,
its all of them thats left.
I was too much a burden,
parents no longer alive,
sacrificing everything,
in order that I would survive.
Now here with wounds bleeding,
here where I sadly lie,
this will be the place where I shall finally die.
A death slow and stealthy,
my lonely death takes hold,
I cry for a life that will never grow old.
Crying for each loss,
an ocean I'll never forget,
feeling so limp and hopeless,
even in heaven I will always regret.
Fatal wounds burn of embers,
they quickly burn into flames,
though what brings me true heartache,
is that all I have left of me is shame.
Losing all feeling and numb,
my vision becomes unclear,
now I'm just a percentage,
for now I will disappear.