I'm only 14 (poetry book)

:(

don't act clueless

you cant tell me you don't see it

am i the only one?

this world fears the word "apocalypse"

but they don't see

that everyone is already slowly becoming infected

its scary

everyone i see, looks like a zombie

there eyes stare at me

waiting for me to answer the equation on the board

i feel alone

i cant trust anyone

no one can ever take my hand, without letting go

they complain how cold they are

they complain about the Sharpy that stains my skin

no one holds my hand

no one gives me a chance to explain

i'm always wrong

just stop

end it all

because i don't want to

please stop

i cant live with you breathing on my neck

i will be honest

i fear you

i fear the world

no one can show me the way

no one seems to tell the truth

no one understands

even when no one can take my hand

why do i even bother to keep living?

without anyone to keep me sane,

how could i wake every morning without a suicidal thought?

even when i do find someone who doesn't mind my cold hand

there's makes me hesitate

there cold, dead hand

there a zombie

either i get consumed by there lies

or i die alone

so 

i take it

hand in hand

who knew

a zombie

and a girl

would make such a relationship