Undefined

I am no longer conscious of my surrounding. I am blind to the obvious reasoning of myself as a whole. I am tired. Tired of empty friends. Tired of heartstrings being plucked like his favorite acoustic guitar. He snaps them in half. Leaving no feeling in my face and my hands shaking about. It makes my writing a mess. I have joined the army of non-functioning minds, nodding off as heroin zombies do. Am I dead? I am dead. Only cursed with breath, a beating heart, and empty eyes. You can now see my true selfish being. My brain hurts as the monotonous chattering of my inner self nags at my physical being for standing still and letting the bullets hit. I have been holding my head under the water for too long, now I fear brain damage.