Living dead

its a poem lol :)

Feelings of dread overwelm my soul
feelings that dont belong they are not mine
but stil li have no controll,
they have took over who i am what i should be
and i am left empty
no longer can anyone see
who i am what i should be.
The only thing that now crosses my mind is how
i wish i could be free how i wish i could rewind,
but still i am lost gone from this place
i know i will never return and
from my mind i try to erase
every one i've loved but still they stay,
i'm dieing inside or already dead i can feel no more, blood i have bled,
day is no more it is night insted,
and love does not exsist in this world of the living dead.