The feeling of being torn in two
It’s toxic isn’t it?
What if I told you it’s murderous?
What if I confirmed that it’s serpentine?

It’s like an acid
It’s corrosive
The feeling is harmful
It’s digging ones everlasting sleep
Sounds soft and comforting doesn’t it?
But definitely not
Doubts kick in
Dreading thoughts cross the mind
Gloom fills the hearts
One becomes the walking dead
Dead inside and out
Lost left and right
It’s dangerous
Trust me it’s brutal
Tarnishing and perishing
But there’s nothing we can do about it
Because it’s called
The feeling of being torn in two


This piece of writing was created as part of the WritingMe Writing Clubs with Sophumelela High School, Western Cape. Find out more here.