I'm dead inside; my mind's a flawed author, Writing tales of my own dark slaughter. Bury me deep with my regrets and lies, With secrets and sins that never die. Sorry, mother, for being a bad son, But every action I took was my own burden. Loneliness has always been my only friend, Depression isn't something I could amend. I'm lost in shadows, can't find the light, Caught in the web of endless night. Every breath feels like a mistake, A twisted fate I can't escape. These scars on my soul, they won't heal, A broken heart that can no longer feel. I'm just a ghost of who I used to be, Lost in this abyss, set me free.