Dead inside, No revive

I’m not even angry anymore.
Just dead.
Just tired.
Just done.
You ever stare at the wall
and realize it’s honest.
More than people you trust?
I gave ‘em pieces,
they played Jenga with my mind.
Said “Can you help?”
Then dipped when I wasn’t fine.
I’m not pissed off,
Ive learned.
You don’t pour love
into hands that keep turning.
I ain’t heartless—
I just bled to much.
Every “I love you”
comes with rope
and noose.
I feel nothing—
and somehow, that’s enough.
Tired of playing peacekeeper
for traitors.
Dead inside,
but no revive.
Keep your closure—
I’d rather stay blessed.
Fuck 'em. 
I’ve changed—
I don’t apologize
for not being your fix.
Don’t ask why I’m non-existent,
ask why you never stayed.
Youve struck the match,
now you’re scared of the blaze?
I’ve got ghost stories
in my phone.
dead voicemails
that still moan.
“I miss you.”
Noted..
Tell it to the version of me
you left living.
Im buried. 
This ain’t depression.
This is severity.
I’m not numb—
I’m just past the parody.
Smiles still a sneer.
Hands still shake.
But I ain’t breaking—
I’m just awake.
I’m not a project.
Not your almost.
Not your second best
when loneliness sticks.
I don’t need you
to understand.
I just need
to never lose myself again.
I feel nothing—
but you feel exposed.
Thought you knew me?
That version’s closed.
Dead inside,
but I’m not reviving.
Still got one left—
and ones surviving.
I’m tired.
Only half dead.
I’m empty.
But still fed
up
with all the games.
You want me quiet—
too late.
Ive risen from my
Grave,
Screaming.
I Revive.

Nu-metal, deathcore hybrid