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.