Walking the Wasteland (Poem)

I write poems a lot so I decided to show you this poem I just now wrote called "Walking the Wasteland". Constructive criticism welcome.

Walking the Wasteland
By: Gabrielle (AKA Angelic Remains)

I wake up everyday
Nothing new
Nothing to do
Anxiety perched on my heart
Waiting to blow up at any moment

On the outside
I seem fine
On the inside
I'm screaming for deliverance
Save me

My motivation has crashed down
My wings have ripped apart
My world has turned dark
Shine some light
Upon this dark fate

I'm running in the dark
No light ahead
Demons taking over
Tears stain my path
Ice burns my fingers

This world is cold and meaningless
Jaded and corrupt
Beaten and cast aside
Everyone turns into zombies
Their corpses walking this wasteland forever

Blood stains my face
My arms
My lips
My feet
My fingertips

Beaten and cast away
Jaded and broken
No one sees
The tears I cry
Even when they're right in front of me

Blind and detached
You let me break
You let me die inside
You never noticed
The tears I cried

You saw it right in front of you
Yet you just smiled and walked away
Insane
Blind
Sadistic

You heard me screaming
You heard me beg for help
You heard me say I'd give up
Yet you still smile
And walk away

Beaten and cast aside
I walk this wasteland
No motivation
No help
No love

No one can help me
For this is my cross to bear
No matter how much they want to
They give in too easily
To lies

Their minds can be changed so quickly
To believe I am the one at fault
I am the only one
Who will be able
To save myself

From the one who smiled and walked away
From the one who beat me and cast me away
From the ones who broke me
From the ones that give in to lies
From everything I fear

You smiled...
At my pain...
You smiled...
And walked away...
From my pain.

Wow, this poem is really thoughtful in it's deepness and introspectiveness. It starts out in a literal sense or reality, and shifts into the deeper and truer figurative world, or the wasteland, and keeps changing from one to the other throughout the poem.
It contains so many facets of thought from the speaker, that it leaves a truly deep impact on the reader. The painting of the wasteland is nearly as horrific as the thought of traveling through it alone. The speakers suffering seems as if it would be too much too bear....
I was wondering, is the wasteland a depiction of the inner turmoil of the speaker relating to the outside world and all its people, or one of the loneliness of the speaker from everything else? And, is the you referred to in the poem relating to a single person, or the world who turned a blind eye to the speakers suffering?
Thank you. I'm sorry, I don't really have any constructive critism, I can't really think of any better way of writing what you have written.

The wasteland is as you said, a depiction of the inner turmoil of the speaker relating to the outside world and all it's people and the "You" referred to in the poem is the world who turned a blind eye on the speaker's suffering. Thanks for the question.

Oh, your welcome, no problem. Great poem by the way.