We're All Zombies

Blood runs from your leg to the floor,
The blade asking for even more.
Your insides, begging for food,
Skinny and fat having a feud.
Imperfection is the only thing you see,
When completion is all you seek.
But you're like a zombie, half dead.
Only alive within your head.
Feelings, emotions, have flooded down the drain.
Along with your watery blood, along with your pain.
Your lungs are desperate for air,
Under suicide's playful dare.
The rope sweetly hugs you around your neck,
The zombie's too dead to bring back.