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If your feet need a place to rest They can rest right here with me    If your eyes are red and tired I’ll give them something new to see  
Gone. Disappear. Fly away. I’m struck with the grief of leaving you Or was it you leaving me? In my head only one thing seems to matter-
She told me that I need to let her go. She said that I don't need to be okay with this, but I can't stop her. I thought she was the worst friend in the world. How could I go on living if she'd stopped?
I knew my childhood was fleeting the moment I came home from school one day. My mom was holding back tears and just staring at me, no words to say.  When she gained her composure, I learned my cousin had died. 
  The day you left me was the closing of my heart like a  knot  My life soon became a dead pulse just as yours caused by the knot  I was without words and my tongue was twisted like the knot 
If I knew then, what I know now, I would of helped my saddened friend.   If I knew then, what I know now, I wouldn't ignored, your silent tears.
We buried you in Evergreen cemetery On October 15, 2010  
You said you were going for a run. That's what you told your mom. You were running but from yourself. You left your son. Did you tell him you love him? Say your final goodbye? Why would you leave him?
Stepdaddy never showed up for my birthday party even though Momma called. He didn’t show up at the hospital when Grandpa couldn’t estimate my carbs. He never showed up again
slowly highways teach me to gnaw years off their concrete,   from the worn bumper stickers and yellowed life   lines, about fifteen feet above, watching over exit forty-five,  
I want, I need I’ve laughed, I’ve cried But I’m not to crazy To commit suicide   It’s not my only choice So stop saying that it is
I want, I need I’ve laughed, I’ve cried But I’m not to crazy To commit suicide   It’s not my only choice So stop saying that it is
The stars, they sing. They sing a lullaby to the world that helps them fall asleep. I, on this cliff, can see the world closing its eyes. Lights turn off, windows close, doors lock.
Breathe. Blade to skin Blade to skin The pain will go away. Breathe. Blade to counter Blade to counter Pain doesnt kill pain. Breathe. Blade away Blade away
Whose razor is that? I think I know. It's owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch her frown. I cry hello.   She gives her razor a shake,  And sobs until the tears make.
   i was bullied -god it feels so wrong to call it that- it was so much more than that  it feels like i should call it less    i was sexually harrased -god it feels wrong to actually put it into words-
Blood, sweat and tears As fear lurks in the shadows Blood dripping down your leg As it stains the sheets Crying out in pain and agony But yet your screams for help  Are muffled
Every day I wake up tied to my bed,
Crying doesn't kill, use it to make an ocean and surf and swim and let it wash away your pain.
Why do I care Why do I shed tears Weeping for thy torn skin Wish I could shed them with one rinse To take your pain away
Why bother living I have a friend who smiles brighter than any star you will see in the Milky Way galaxy and everywhere she went, she made sure to make others happy but... She wasn't happy herself and eventually became suicidal.
As a young adult looking back on the past, the amount of mistakes made is unfathomable. I feel as if the most important is something we all struggle with everyday. 
Maybe I am just being overdramatic That’s what I thought Till he laid his hands on me And then I knew I was tainted I wasn’t fooling anyone
When you slipped that noose around your neck I was at home unaware, Unaware of the next challenge in my life As you took a leap I was sleeping not worried about you
I have met Death One could say Death is my friend The first time I met Death, I was 5 My friends had all left me, leaving me alone on the playground
i sit and see it in your eyes, a mirror of mine, a want to find Home to be free, a want to leave home and to be set free.    i sit and see on your face, 
I recite my favorite poem while lying unconscious Feeling the warmth flowing down my arm Regaining conscious I see the bright light I struggle to understand where I am
Blood is thicker than water As a little girl's father liked to say Yet the girl can't help but think What if a heart can change it's way
I know times were hard but this came out of nowhere When this occurred I was completely unaware   I know life got rough but I never thought it would come to this
I went there again You know... The dark place Where I swore I wouldn't go anymore I did the thing I said I wouldn't do again But I did I'm sorry
Hello? Hello? If you must go Tell me where I'll send you letters  "please don't be scared" How can I not be scared if you leave me alone This isn't a nightmare I can just wake up from
Why I'm smiling but just pretending?Why I'm fine breathing but still suffocating?why I'm empty but feels so heavy?...Will i ever be happy??   Oh......  
 Drops of water descending from the silver faucet            Looking at the arms that once belonged to a pure soul A dark feeling rushes from head to toe As the blade is drawn upon her tender forearms
I miss you, darling When you gave up I thought the turning of the world would stop. I see you, darling In every tear But loving you, made me lose my fears I hate you, darling Why'd you go
We spend our days trying to be someone only to spend our nights realizing that we are only ourselves.   I find myself in this position too
I am a person of survival I've always been my own rival They've always told me what to do Not sure what to do   Lost in a world where I do not belong
A memory, a call, of times lost long ago. Of laughter that will always fall that day not long ago.   We missed the sign that could have changed  this rhyme to better times,
I’m not suicidal But sometimes I wonder what would happen if I got in a car accident If a distracted driver forgot to stop I’m not suicidal
All it wanted to do was express itself in a way nobody had ever done before. It wanted to be revered as the artist that would bring creativity back.
I must say, it has been a long trek I have walked far to reach this end I have felt the grace of a cradled neck But it was I, the one to bend  
Knife under my pillowI wanted to end it allArguments wit the famAnd it had me smaller than a ballDrama turned to painMade me inside so insaneThank you to the highestThat I made it through that rain
I was born a eagle. A eagle who loved to fly.   I grew so strong,. I flew so high.   I was soon forced to go to school.
This is an ode to the quiet suicide attempts; the suicide attempts that never existed to anyone else, the silent aching and scrubbing bloodstained nails with soap and raw hands and binning the evidence.
Dearest Ducha, How many times have I tried to stand in you? Yet, I crumbled to the floor The comfort of the warm water On my cracking and aching skin As I look up the water droplets constellate
To the Boy on the Other Side of the Water, 
My mother died when I was eleven years old because of a combination of a chemical imbalance in her brain and harrasment from my father, so she didn't just die, she commited suicide. She didn't just commit suicide though, first she went missing.
I wish I was able to speak to you one last time. I wish I really knew about what you were going through and could somehow change your mind.
Dear Jake or Spencer or AllyOr to someone else that wroteA poem to never be shared  
Dear Death, I can no longer ignore your blatant disregard for my feelings Like yesterday's news, or gossip from a week ago You are taking what is mine and I am no longer standing by  I am what people should crave
   New Home,New Faces       Past  and Present, blur together       Voices echo, All is the Same yet it has changed
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