SusanAnn Basile Poems

I'm lost in this world,
and I don't know how to get out.
It seems as if there is no place for me here.
No place for me to do what is needed.
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Why can't I simply run this blade across my neck?
All I want is to slowly press the blade,
press this blade harder and deeper in my tight skin.
Just one cut; one cut from one ear to the other.
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Tell me mother, if I died tonight
would you regret all the times you
yelled at me?
Or would it be easier for you to see me die?
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