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The Necklace
I tied that noose
around my throat
so tight I couldn't breathe.
Beads of red
strung up so nice,
they are now my blood.
A necklace
is a necklace
until bones scream suicide.
Then memories
are all it takes
to slit your throat,
so consider mine slit.
Take 50 pills
and still wake up,
to find
I'm cheating death.
Run a trillion times
around the Earth,
jump off the highest cliff.
around my throat
so tight I couldn't breathe.
Beads of red
strung up so nice,
they are now my blood.
A necklace
is a necklace
until bones scream suicide.
Then memories
are all it takes
to slit your throat,
so consider mine slit.
Take 50 pills
and still wake up,
to find
I'm cheating death.
Run a trillion times
around the Earth,
jump off the highest cliff.
Published 11th May 2010
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14th Feb 2011 5:00am
this is a great poem. i love the depth of emotion and angst you inject into, it almost has a touch of anger that you arent dead. i love it.
