The Silent Death

People die and it hurts
But not more than a living body
And a dead soul
The persons' life has become a patent
With no meaning in it
They live for the sake of being there
Physically
But their mind set is already in hell
Mentally
They see no colour only black and grey
Even if their walking across the street and someone murdered
Oh how they wish it were them
The silent death inside a human being
Alive physically
Dead mentally
*By Yamkela Sigwili*
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I wrote this poem because no one realises all the habbits they carry, this is what goes on behind other peoples minds and lets not let it continue, as soon as your feeling is mutual with this poem, just know something might be wrong, or it might not be 'cause of u, maybe someone you know but still "something might be wrong" and do something about it, poems are not just about a feeling, about hurt nor happiness but about creating awareness too.