When the two ends no longer meet
You and I no longer greet.
Sinking into an abyss of depression
I find another reason to limit human reproduction.
There is no future
Not anymore
No laughter
NO-THING
Im dead
Dead to you. To the world...To myself.
I ceased to live on that fateful Saturday
A rotting carcass behind a pretentious face.
I have lied.
Lied to my family. Lied to my friends. Lied to me...
I LIED TO MYSELF
My future
CRUMBLED
and I watched. Cried til I died but still it went
Reached out-no hand to meet me
No hand to feed me
No hand to rescue me.
"Sorry. We regret to inform you that Miss Vuyolwethu Nandipha Makaba is deceased."
The blood is seeping through
The flesh is rotting
The heart stops beating
I AM DEAD
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