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Chloe Perkins
Poems
Feb 2013
An Ode to Self-Destruction
There’s 50 pills in my room, calling my name.
Oh, these suicidal thoughts which I’m trying to tame.
The water below the bridge, has asked me for a kiss.
Oh, it sounds so soothing, it simply can’t be dismissed.
The blades in my dresser are singing to me.
They sing songs of beauty, I can’t escape their esprit.
My throat tells me it longs to be cut.
I fear I’ve become trapped in this endless rut.
The knives in the kitchen just seem so inviting.
Oh, the illicit behavior which they seem to be inciting.
How long will I be able to subdue these thoughts?
I never even flinch when I hear gun shots.
My mind is drawn to the beauty of death.
I wonder when it’ll be, when I’ll let out my last breath.
My intuition tells tales of suicide.
Now all that’s left to do, is say good bye.
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Chloe Perkins
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