Damaged beyond repair

I recently realized that I am way too damaged
It is impossible to repair all the devastation
If I were a wreaked vehicle, I'd be totaled
If I were a disease, I would be terminal
The prognosis doesn't give me much time
A month, maybe two, then it will be over
No more pain and suffering, only peace
Take heart that now I am finally free
I walk with all who have gone before
Never could find my place, my nitch
Maybe this is my place, my destiny