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.