Walking dead

committed suicide, but not in the ways you think not with ropes, or pills, or blades I've been committing it, slowly, every day, in the things I don't say, in the smiles that fade before they reach my eyes. I've been killing myself in the quiet ways in skipped meals, In broken sleep, in letting go of the things I once cared about. I committed suicide in the silence, where no one hears. where no one sees, just me, alone, with a heart that stopped beating for itself.