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Zombie

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.

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grim-princess
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Jun 4, 2013
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