The Walking Dead


i dont know whats true anymore
i dont know how to explain how i feel anymore
except that i feel numb
i feel lost and expired
like a hitman that just retired
i used to fight it but i see no reason to keep doing so
at this moment theres so much im going to let go
because holding onto it is just going to make me snap and break inside
i dont feel the need to hide
it turned into the need to fade away
i wonder what people would think if this poem was the last group of words i said
i never knew one could still be alive and feel like the walking dead


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