The Zombie Who Ate My Heart

[builtgodnowwhat]

For once I don’t want the cards to be right, as I’m shoving every emotion down my throat. My heart is telling me one thing, but my mind knows the truth. For now I will avoid the feeling, and drive far away from it. I hate how I feel my emotions so deep. Thoughts run through my mind, but I’m running away from them. I don’t want to think nor do I want to feel, I just wanna be okay. But in this world I don’t think being okay is an option. All I can do is write, and put my feelings into actions. (As if anyone will understand them.) My stomach is twisting and my throat feels something coming up. Why must you be buried deep into my bones and why must you be that cavity in my brain. You’re the zombie that ate my heart in this apocalypse. (And that isn’t bad) I swear it’s either bad luck, or no luck at all.