Why do I hesitate because I know what I saw?
It broke me, it hurt me
I couldn’t believe it
Me broken I never break
I’m not that type
But this situation is too much to handle
Suicide, destroyed, defeated...
Those words crossed my mind so many times
It is affecting me in ways that I don’t understand
Or maybe I choose not to…
But still the pain, the cuts I gave myself
‘Suicide’ … I don’t know why it’s crossing my mind so much
‘I love you’… you always useto say
Then you broke me… I don’t think I’ll ever get you back again…
© Asanda Makhubo
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GRADE 8
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