I'm a zombie.
An unstressed, depressed zombie.
If i could think maybe i'd think i was dramatic, or spoilt or tired.
But i cannot think.
I'm a zombie.
My head hurts. My heart hurts.
I hurt.
Perhaps if i had feelings, all of me would hurt.
But i cannot feel.
I'm a zombie.
People tell me to pretend i'm still alive.
If i was alive maybe i'd get more care,
More "i hope you're okay"s.
But i am not alive.
I am a zombie.
I met you and i felt alive.
If i was alive perhaps i'd have butterflies.
But i am not alive.
I am a zombie.
You tell me you love me and my flaws.
You tell me i brought you to life.
You say you wish i felt alive.
You make me feel.
I am a zombie?
You tell me i am beautiful.
My rotting cheeks turn pink.
You say i am perfect.
My worm eaten heart flips.
I feel less dead.
I am a girl.
You brought me to life.
You make me feel loved.
You made me feel beautiful.
I am alive.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry/ Random shorts
PoetryRandom shorts and poetry about basically anything. Things I write in school to just random things I come up with. Hopefully some are inspiring. Sometimes i write how i feel and it helps. They're bad so... be warned I just write because I get bored...
