Walking Zombie

This poem is called walking zombie. It is about somebody who feels, well, exactly what I think being a walking zombie would feel like!

I'm a walking zombie
Drowned and forgotten
Alone in the dark
No friend to help me

My pain I hide with kindness
Can't you see it in my eyes?
because lost hope and dreams
Are left to rot behind me

The joy of living has left me
Sucked the life inside me dry
All I hear is hollow emptyness
Filled with echoes of wasted time

Like a walking zombie
My dented soul is dead
But my eyes look for rescue
Hoping it's all in my head

My grave is digging deeper
I'm trapped inside and lonely
I hope and pray for brighter day
But today I'm a walking zombie