i feel dead but my heart beats the very definition of becoming a zombie suicide thoughts they come and go just like fake friends then it brought in some luggage and decided stayed here i cry so much that my head hurts the day is a stuggle and at night it just gets worse did i make my own bed to lay on will i die tonight or will i make it so see dawn voices in my head pushing me to the ledge my arms ar outstretched im falling down to my death please save me beacuse i was so foolish so blind that what was killing me was my own doings no one understands the kinda pain that i feel and now im doubting if id ever heal but ill hold on still as long as i have the will keeping the faith despite losing the thrill