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Eliana Cordova Poems
I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. For thinking these things For considering how many pills it would take to kill me for certain...
Watch the butterfly float past Did its wings fly in a different motion To the way we marveled at before? Pushing forward through this life
If I had the chance, I’d wish for a friend: Much greater than I. Someone who understands the power of speech, the beauty of one’s own voice,
Why do you do it?
'Why do you do it.'They'll ask. 'I dont know'I would say. Maybe thats the reason. Because Im confused.
You got what you always wanted. Power. Control. Possession. And how does it make you feel? This is who you are Mom.
There is no future, I’ve forgotten my past. It doesn’t stop me from feeling afraid. Or cowering in the corner, huddled closely to the blade. And when you find me in the morning
Let me hold your hand. Memories of pain no longer exist, In our world. Free from hate and suffering…
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I’m so, so sorry.
For thinking these things
For considering how many pills it would take to kill me for certain...
For wondering how many seconds it would take with a pillow over my face…
For deliberating how long and deep a bloody cut would have to be…
For pondering how I would hang the rope from my ceiling…
So many, too many options.
I want all of them.
Every single one. ...