The spiritual drain of not amounting to someone else’s standards of who you should or shouldn’t be.
Half Zombie
You’re my master
My sweet disaster
Keep me under your spell
While I still have part of a soul left to sell
Don’t let me wake up
Or else I might
Throw up inside my mouth
For you see
I’m better at living in a fantasy
Than I am living in reality
Be gentle my love
I break easily
I don’t expect you to stay
Half dead inside
I’m sorry I’m not pretty enough for you
I hope you get what you want
When I know it’s not me
Half zombie.
Written by: Megan Keller