Anna Ballard Poems

I have the scary feeling
That we aren't going to last,
That all the memories and this happiness
Will be stuck long in the past.
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Breathing stops,
Heartbeat faults,
Eyes glaze,
Skin chills.
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Like misanthropes, we hide
Away from the troubles
And cares of this god-forsaken world.
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Occasionally, I give living a chance.
I try to laugh at jokes
And try striving
Toward a common goal.
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Leave me be.
Don't try to wake me,
Or save me,
Or try to make me see.
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The razor dances on her palm,
Taunts her with it's cruel remarks.
'It'll be quick,
Just one more time, ' she reminds herself.
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It hurts me too, you know.
Every lie,
Every time you don't tell me,
Every delicate red line you engrave on you thigh.
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