I had this voice ringing in my head telling me it would be better in the end. so I tore myself to a pile of shreds looking for a part that wasn't broke yet. this empty hole inside my chest is all that I have left. the past I hold around my neck is choking me to death. don't waste your time on me 
I am beyond repair. I am sick but it feels fine to me, and if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare. I live cast aside in the [bad word] wake of a wrecking ball of a fate. haunted by the times when I'm wide awake in a nightmare I cannot shake. this empty hole inside my chest is all that I have left. the past I hold around my neck is choking me to death.