Little sacrifices making me a loser

Even the silver lining is fading away,
Guess they're the darkest days of the moon
Miracle, magic, co-incidence and what else,
Everything is destined
Never did I wish for great things,
Stingy fate is ignoring even the smallest of wishes
I accepted what they gave me,
I took the substitute of my real dream,
I sacrificed all those which a young girl desires,
Here I am,
Getting used to 'It's ok'
I was able to fool my heart,
But not in every instance,
I can say no to my heart,
But not for all those things that it longs,
Should I get what I want,
Though it hurt the souls around me? - Or
Should I keep on let go of things,
And die as a loser to myself?