Muriel emerson Poems

I want to be someone else
I want to live another life
To forget the past
And move forward
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This blade glides across my wrist
Back and forth
Back and forth
Blood spoiling onto the rough carpet beneath me
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I sit in this pitiful thing we call earth
Surrounded by doubts
Surrounded by the past
By fear
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I look in the mirror
Wishing to see nothing at all
Hoping for the day someone will love me
Hoping for the day i care
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Sometimes in order to live
We must be willing to die
In order to die you must be living in this world we created
No respect
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Chapter one

Provoking it
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