Kgagamatso Chimelwane (1987-06-15 / Soweto)
Incripted and confined to the walls within your own mind. All seems dark although you see, you feel blind. Escape impossible Medulla forming jail bars, you trapped inside. Astute contemplation leads you to suicide, mental genocide. Synopsis failing to link making your cerebelum senses a stereotype. You define the category of self inflicted homocide. You died the day you failed to live beacuse your 'Alive' means being dead. Your reality has been reduced to a coma. Can't take this nomore, echoeing voices lingering in your mind. When the truth is you never took it at all, hence no energy to fight. Putting pen to paper, reciting hypocritical reasons of not being alive. But who am I to judge, I've never felt a need to die. You live a different life within yours, self surrogation. Mentally dead intellectual abortion. You no longer wanna live, you believe there's no reason. When cheating yourself out of life is commiting the ultimate treason. Maybe you don't want to die, you just afraid of being alive, but you being alive inevitably leads you to death. So you don't want to think coz you've already thought, the wrong thoughts. And you'd rather kill yourself in order to correct all your faults. You possess a deadly resume. Dreaming of nightmares that leave you in aray. Never take your thoughts for granted when they leading your astray, not everyone needs a hero when your life is your own to save.
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