Paula Lubbe (31-10-1991 / Pretoria)
Alone always in darkness,
this feeling of despair,
everything is so lifeless,
too much pain to share.
Alone I stand in this open space,
the cold air on my flesh,
there is no happy ending in this case,
death would be the best.
Alone I suffer, alone I stand
the blade still in my shivering hand,
alone I weep, alone I bleed
Alone I die, no help to plead.
Alone no more now that I am freed.
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