I live each day wondering
How I feel and why
A brewed pot of emotions
Should I laugh or cry ?
I'm happy to an onlooker
No problems at first glance
I keep all things locked inside
Will I tell ? Not a chance
I live each day in wonder
Contemplating life
Wondering "What's the point ?"
"Hey there's a knife"
I could end it all
In the blink of an eye
But I truly wonder
What will happen after I die ?
At my funeral
Will people cry ?
Will I be missed ?
When in the ground I'll lie
Lying whole in the ground
Are the pieces of me
I couldn't handle life
So I took it away, you see.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Grade 11
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