ZOMBIES
Death was always by
my side.
Everytime I started to
really like someone,
they died.
I had to learn to let
people go,
and not to break because
of that.
But after all these years
I realized that I was
already broken,
and I could never accept being
left alone.
I ended loving and caring,
and so ended the breaking.
I started to
be dead.
Everyone thought zombies
weren't existing but
I was
the living proof
they do.
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Silent Words I 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲✔
Poesie»To the misunderstood and the silent. The ones, who can't speak for themselves and who can't find the right words to do it. To the ones, who can't love or love too much and the shattered. To the ones, who stand up every day and face their demons...
