Try

The gaping hole in my chest feels awkward.
I wonder if people can see it,
throbbing, bleeding. Embarrassing.

After all the fights I put up, after the pain,
I'm not really surprised it's there.
It's a part of me now,
Constantly being ripped back open.

It hurts! It screams.
But who would help me?
That's why it's there in the first place,
there's nothing to heal it.
No remedy could deny it.
Nothing but my own free will.

My own free will?
I have nothing of my own.

I'm done believing the pain will end.
I'm done accepting.
I have to live. I need to live.

It's about time I raised my voice,
Open my mouth just a little,
So maybe someone can hear.
Then I can say that I'm done.
It's time to accept who I am.
because through with this settling shit.
It's my time.