"Stand up straight; you said you're used to being alone."
Used to smiling when I'm burning myself down and calling the ashes my  home.
These days I sit on a throne of broken bones and empty words
passing the time to ignore the hurt.

"The bed you've made is all in your head. It's too late for you to wake up, what little hope you had is dead."
I don't need you to tell me what was left is now gone.
I'm the one who lit the fire
I'm the one who has to pay for each and every flammable wrong.