confusion

from the time i open my eyes in the morning to the time that I pass out somewhere that's not my bedI'm feeling more and more alone like everyone besides me is the f****** Walking Dead and this shit just happened to me just the other day when this b**** was giving me head I pulled out my gun and put it to her temple when i looked at this bitch I thought she was fuccing a zombie and it would be so simple to just squeeze the fuccing trigger an just blow out this bitches brains yeah and leave this bitch like a bloody red uncontained blowed out stain but I don't know whether it's just my mind thats playing these fuccing games now I don't know whether I'm living or dead or if im f****** insane so I take these prescriptions to help with my decisions but it's really not working so my brain needs just a little twerking cuz every night I found myself in the dark with all black on just lurking for another zombie kill I don't think they make a pill to fix this type of ill and I'm losing my will and I don't know if i want to be sane yeah I think I fucced up in the game and it's affecting my brain or is everybody here really just some fucking zombies and I'm the one thats sain so I'm tired in between life and death and I think I just might make this bet that I take this 9 and start killing everything I fuccing see and only then just maybe My Mind Set Me Free cuz I'm a prisoner in my own decaying rotten self I think back to the beginning as I collect every bullet off the f****** Shelf then I load the clip step outside into the breeze the Sun hits my eyes and what do I see it's The Walking Dead everywhere I look so I start the pull the trigger and you can bet every fuccing bullet hits its target I'm dropping bodies like a f****** sergeant in the Marines these are the most gruesome scenes that I've ever seen so now I pray to God that I can wake up and realize it's just a bad dream