I feel like a zombie
Dead and gone
Too far out to even try to bring back
As if anyone would try, anyways.
I feel like nobody cares anymore
They don’t care if I’m here or out there
If I’m here or gone
If they don’t care, then why should I?
I want to be gone.
Gone seems so peaceful
Quiet
Nice.
Death is beautiful to me.
I’ve thought about it in a romantic way since I was seven years old.
But hey, I’m just a ******
I’m just a statistic.
That’s what everyone tells me
Nothing more than a name on a screen,
Or a number on a board.
Nothing.
More.
Ever.
I feel worthless.
Maybe I should help myself escape into that mysterious abyss
Noose, blades, pills galore.
It’s romantic.
Then ill really be a zombie.