Living Dead.

My Life is pretty good I guess. 

But some days I just feel empty inside. 

The clouds outside seem cold rather than a promise of hope that rain will come. 

Everything just seems heavier. My schoolbooks are leadweights that I have to drag with my useless hands through the school full of faces. 

Lonely faces, happy faces. 

Some of their smiles are see-through. They're so fake that they look almost constipated. 

Most days are good though. 

But still empty. 

I'll lie in bed at night and wonder what I have achieved in the tiny day in the tiny lifetime of one tiny human being who has hardly made a scrape on the surface of the world. 

Would I be remembered in 50 years if I died today?

Sad songs in sad moments. 

The emotions of the singer fill me up. 

I'm not alone in my pain. 

Marina understands me.

The zombie-like walk between weeks is full of emptiness.

Living Dead by Marina and the Diamonds

--Over-Enthusiastic-Fangirl xoxo