Annie and SuicideA Poem by emily joeI didn’t turn the water on Or remove my clothes But I lay on the shower floor When I was 6 years old I left a message On my grandmother’s answering machine I sang “The sun will come out tomorrow” It’s astonishing How you never realize How many household objects You could use To kill yourself I removed the blade from my razor And I let it sashay Across the limpid cerulean wires Of my willing wrist I heard once in a movie That if you cut side to side You won’t die So I traced up and down I shouldn’t be surprised It makes sense That the worst pain I ever felt Only came Upon hurting you The sun will come out Tomorrow
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3 Reviews Added on November 20, 2014 Last Updated on November 20, 2014 Authoremily joeChicago, ILAboutEmily, 20, currently living in Chicago. Funny story: I dropped out of college after wrangling mental illness my freshmen year and have since been figuring out what the f**k I want to do with me li.. more..Writing
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