Bloody mind

I stare at my once clean wrists, they are now covered in blood and sorrows. I wipe the sadness from my eyes, and let out a sigh. I force the voice in my head to go silent, like a vacant house. My hands quiver with regrets, like a tremor in the ocean. This earth of mine, once full and lushes, is now full of death and decay. Am I alive? or am I a zombie? My head is telling me yes, but my heart is telling me no. Which one do I listen to?