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Quietus thoughts I’ve passed three score and ten;many years I’ve harbouredthoughts of death.
Why I wonder As the sun warms my face A quiet cold day Where I feel a semblance of grace Why I wonder Did he send me away? Now it wasn't his fault I knew that, anyway.
Break the Silence, end the violence. Let me out, I want to scream and shout. Metal so fine and thin, watch it glide across my skin. Reach out? Every time I speak, I shout! But you don't hear me, though. Maybe it's time for the final blow.
Your story isn’t over; It’s the beginning of a new chapter; A new chapter where you are the hero But still your own villain;
Everyone perceives suicide differently. Someone’s grandma killed herself because she was in so much pain from cancer and only had so long to live anyways.
Everyone perceives suicide differently. Someone’s grandma killed herself because she was in so much pain from cancer and only had so long to live anyways.
Some slash their wrists. Ingest a bottle of pills. Jump off a high building. Hang themselves. Blow their brains off. And it is at that moment when they feel the most alive and will to be free.
Im writing these words so that if anybody is to find this, they'll finally understand The pain I was going through and just how deep it went How blinded i was by the darkness
she's been trying for so long fighting for her way out but she's tired
I can understand your pain but for this I cannot change. This all appears the same, day after day. Life replays, I do not want to stay.
(A response to Sandra Cisneros' Heritage poem) You bring out the perfectionist in me. The anxiety in me. The depression in me.
I like blood. It looks so royal. It comes out like an army of ants when I make a hole in the nest. I want it all to come out. I want the nest to die. I want the ants to run away. But they don't run.
Oh, the pain. It comes back again. It doesn't want to leave, it wants to stay. Although I tell it to go away. Oh, how it hurts. In the shadows the pain lurks.
In the United States, 105 people die every minute, out of those 105, 32 committed suicide. It starts small the names you call them bitch, slut, hoe..
Rain pours, the dogs sleep, and Pandora shuffles my music. From a mason jar I drink my tea. Weather reflects one's mood. Loneliness, longing, insatiable "hunger" and depression burn within; my heart roasting.
She has a smile even the stars can’t outshine But if you look in her eyes, she’s breaking inside She walk around with confidence, her chin always up
How is college? She asks, I laugh I quit Her eyebrows Drawn together, concerned Are you eating? I sip my black coffee Chew my lip The skin of which
When I hear about the suicides of artists, musicians, authors, poets People that create I am afraid and sad, I mourn them. I mourn the loss of someone who creates
may ayimafro-germanpoetessayist established theterm "black german" until then germans wouldcall a person of color a "neger" however oneof the most inspiringtalentstook her own life: august 91996 that's it. god bless youmay ayim
ALL ALONE IN MY ROOM THOUGHTS RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD CAN'T SEEM TO GET AWAY DARKNESS IS ALL AROUND ALL ALONE WITH MY OWN SELF STARING AT A REFLECTION OF A GIRL IN THE MIRROR
Walking up a concrete hill on the way home from school. The sun beams against my back. Creating a shadow darker than my caramel skin.
Have you ever climbed a montain to touch the sun Scaled the cliff side to stand on the edge and reach out For that blazing heat Letting finger tips meet burning ash And then fall
I'm sorry mom and dad, that I've hurt you so many times.. With words and actions I did How many times I tried to overdose myself with pills or cut deeply in bed at night Crying to sleep at 3 am
If the sun shines bright, Does it rain and storm in me If the sky is clear blue, are there a lot of clouds and fog in my head If the birds are singing their beautiful melodies, is it quiet in my heart
How messed up is it that we live in a world Where blue is for boys and pink is for girls Where it’s better for men to have a gun than a doll
In a snap, the mind can have an intense internal battle The one you could see if only you looked hard enough You stand by as others aim to push and rattle
I am here! Or am I not? I remember the first time I attempted The girls up front went on To me they made it seem like a joke
Press you down And run you along. Your pointed sharp end, Draws a line on my skin. Dull pain leaves, Revealing only a faint, Raised pink line. Not enough, Not what I wanted.
That beautiful girl Under the blossom tree Reading her books She never acknowledged me. And in my mind I knew she never would And even though I wanted to, I knew I never could.
I tried to be hopeful I looked to the bright side but what do you do when the light looks right back at you with disgust? I have to keep going I shouldn't give up but wait--- Where did everybody go?
I am depressed. I need help. Save me. These are the words I can never bring myself to say. Like if I say them out loud, it might make them real.
I see her in the mirror. when im staring out a window into darkness. In the surface of a lake. She is my reflection. Her name is destiny, and she holds my fate in her hands.
Hands grip my soul Slowly dragging the life from me A hole forms in my heart Leaving a space that can never be filled. Two lips hover over me
Bring me to my senses Make me stop Before I lose all feelings And go numb. There's something addictive about it Seeing the blood flow
I slice the fragile skin on my wrist open Watching the sticky, red, liquid that seeps out Feeling it drip down my sleeve And the agonizing pain that wraps itself around my fist.
I feel like a slave, Chained to the wall. I haven't shaved in days, Feels I've become a lost cause. Did he ever care, Will I ever know? Was all this for real? I guess it's time for me to go.
a question most have but none ask: why suicide? life has so much more to offer, they say. it gets better, they promise.
Down deep in my nightmare, My shadow of despair, A black demonic snake, Reminded me I was awake. In the darkness I went, With a soft attractive scent, Unable to think, It all seemed like a blink.
Path to the Heart She's the wave just ere it reaches its crest That perfect moment as it picks you up, right before it breaks into a beautiful surf, Reflecting the world in her eyes.
[Major trigger warning: graphic first-person perspective of a suicide attempt by drowning. Please call your local crisis hotline if you need to.
Your parents came to this country leaving a world of hell behind. They folded up their dreams into a package, and sent it with themselves inside, to a new world.
We overcome obstacles everyday They make us view things differently from yesterday Overcoming an obstacle, takes us a step closer to being wiser But when you go through an obstacle that makes you full of guilt
To the girl who thinks being gay is a choice: Honey what is you doing?
There is a deafining moment when we say it aloud for the first time.
It feels deep; a sea or an ocean maybe! No ground beneath; I'm drowning. I'm drowning. I feel going down with every effort, going in vain. These weights make it hard to get back up, Oh! These chains!
Birds sing and children sing. Time passes by, as I wait here to die. This mortal flesh turns to dust. Enjoy life we must. But how can I? When I wish to end this suffering. All this pain that goes unseen. Laying beneath the stary sky.
I look in the mirror and see nothing What I mean by nothing I mean everything, but happiness I see scars on my wrists, hips, and thighs I see my full rib cage and the numbers dropping down on the scale
O what a charming blue day! Twittering birds had so much to say But much duller inside, where boredom did hide,
all i feel are blue emotions in my head everything's a commotion where everything is in high speed motion and i'm trapped in my being every piece of me crippling
She was taken When she was needed the most Her pure innocence Shattered And only by words
The girl Was all alone She cried inside And hid behind Her tears that Blinded her
you were joy, broken joy, shreds of it scattered. and between your lines lie chasms, dark, endless, hopeless. but you masked your chasms by wringing out sunshine. and thus,
I wanted to give up. I wanted to come up from the hell i’ve endured for these years -- have been the hardest i’ve ever seen why won’t you let me leave Me alone
Talk to me about depression And what it feels like to be lost and hopeless Where loneliness exceeds all expectations Where darkness is smelled and tasted and felt Around you like a very wet heavy blanket
The mother walked into her home, Not expecting her story to be told in a poem. But her life took a turn that day, There was no way
Everyday, people are wanting to die. Everyday, many people try. Few are successful, Others are not. All of this is dreadful. Why is none of this taught?
Everyday, people are wanting to die. Everyday, many people try. Few are successful, Others are not. All of this is dreadful. Why is none of this taught?
welcome friend, it's dark down here. for most, it's much too grim the table's set with plates half empty the cups spill o'er their rims I'm sorry I closed off
Each time that my mind was finally ready to end it all, I stood on the end of a bridge, ready to jump. It always seemed like it would be quick and cheap. The pain would end before I had a chance to even register it.
When the mountains call your name. And the streams, they go away. But the clouds still come your way and the earth begins to shake. Then the lightning starts the storm, but you still carry on,
Higher and higher I climb, With death filtering through my mind. I no longer have hope, Only a really strong rope. I tie it around my neck, And give it a quick little check.
I'm obsessed,Obsessed with death. I love to picture my own end. Will it be by my own hands?An enemy's? Will I be a hero? Or will I grow old? I'm obsessed,
Manipulated. Protective, Terrified, Confused. Emotional Abuse.
Punch, punch, punch. Make it a very deep hue, This is something you need to go through. Cut, cut, cut.
My mind is like a haunted mansion. It's beautiful and big, decorated elegantly. But there's a hidden mystery. There are unwanted guests, who come and go as they please.
How many lives must I live In order to be done? I don't want to survive Just give my life away to anyone. There is no point, No lesson to be learnt. I am just a poisonous joint,
Do you ever just want to be dead? ... I do. Often. But, I don't want it to be my fault. I see how much it would hurt them now.
Cloth can’t cover enough, Eventually all will be exposed. You try to sneak by, “Don’t let them see you cry.” The blood has a calming effect,
Like the brightest of stars Her hands could create anything And she chose to unfold Her beautiful soul Within spray paints and photographs
It doesn’t matter why she’s there, for there were great amounts of tears It doesn’t matter that she was broken because bad decisions are the only thing she hears
He loved not once but twice, And both times it ended badly, Both times he paid the price And his story ends sadly. He was young and untested,
I live with evil creatures in my soul, I have to fight to keep control. They yell and scream to be let out, And then they punish me after every bout.
Verse 1 Hey baby How was ur day? I’m not feeling okay No not today
Trigger Warning: Suicide I’m surrounded. Shadows line my concrete walls, Reaching out, They pull at my knotted hair,
How could you have known, when you called his name, that there was no one left to answer? Words left unspoken, discussions never to be had, no words left to say, what can I say?
The Bell-tower taunts me when I look out my bedroom window.Saints who sin are loved more than me.Their audience comes in droves to the sounds of bells! I hear them ringing.I go numb with fear.
I remember the day I tried to die. The feeling of the blood flowing out of my veins no longer calmed me, The pain from the blade no longer distracted me,
Alleyways became my inspiration,and I found my audience in bars! Ocean views became somber,and my meds made me think I wasdrowning. Someone said that I wouldfall in love with typewriters,
If you divide a population By the lowest common denomination The result remains the very same While the one never fits the frame
I have never been able to say the words out loud. But I definetly know without a doubt, my uncle is gone He left in what seemed like the blink of an eye. A suprise visit the week before Turkey day
where to start where to place the blame where did i stop being a kid maybe it was when my fifth grade teacher told me i couldnt wear shorts skirts because the boys would look,
Saw what I want not to see The breeze brought me there To the dead space, motionless Populated with colors and html code Populated with diaphanous smiles Images of shop windows
At 1 year old, I said my first word. “Mama”, I said in bold, thinking I was already old. At 3 years old, my parents told me goodnight stories; stories of dreams,
how do you tell someone something so crazy that you cant see the light at the end of the tunnel that youre an angel thats just been begging to go home how do you tell someone something so personal
Hey, you there, sitting alone in the dark, why don't you get some sunlight, take a stroll in the park? I know this world can be cruel and I know that even your parents, can sometimes be fools.
Unborn and already A path has been chosen By those that are not them - To become another cog In the inescapable machine that is society.
I was in the shower Thinking for an hour Why is my life sour Falling off a tower What is the meaning of life? To love, to reproduce, to get a wife? To go outside and observe the wildlife?
Let me tell you a tale As I try not wail Take a seat, grab a cocktail And hear my story unveil I was once a small kid And heaven forbid That I ever bat an eyelid or ever hurt a squid
what they do not tell you about being in the hospital is the waiting waiting in your room waiting at the tables waiting in group for people to finish describing the colors of the monsters that are devouring their soul
Life is shit; Life ain’t fair I don’t even fucking care Grab a drink; pop a pill Pray to god that this will kill Heart Is beating; trouble breathing I am sweating and I’m freezing
I thought you were doing fine, I didn’t know what was wrong, I thought you'd push through it, that you were invincibly strong, As a friend I should have supported you, helped you along the way,
a silver paintbrush runs along a soft canvas leaving red waves in its wake trading in pain for euphoric numbness chasing away the voices with an artistic flair when the sun rises the canvas is hidden
nobody saw the pain behind her smile everyone assumed evrything was fine they have no idea how wrong they were while they looked away he was leaving bruises some were emotional but most were physical
crying at night laughing by day she was too weak to speak up suffering through his abuse silently listening to screaming feeling the punches but one day he went too far
I. Depression I'm tired of this regression All of this damn stressin' People, they get this impression They say its near aggression Don't understand this obsession With things like secression
It all started years ago When I decided that I had to let go of my old life And leave the world of strife I had to let my life escape me I had to be free.
Blue washes down her face Red down her arms She is just a disgrace All she does is harm Yellow spreads across the sky
I live with a creature Deep inside my chest. It is made of shadow, I can’t even beat it at my best. This beast urges me to die,
Even if I'm not happy, Jesus will still be here. God will still hold my hand when I'm filled with fear. They still think I'm beautiful when I think I'm ugly.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, her pencil scraping the paper writing like a crazy woman the last two words of her note: I’m Sorry!
There’s no lost and found at my school. Not one that works, not in any school that I’ve been All the lost items go straight in the bin
Sharp cold crashing waves. They rush over me. They drag me under. Until I reach the bottom. The ground with sand coursely rubbing against my skin, getting into my mouth and eyes,
Take three steps forwards Realized from years of hard work Fall backwards off the ledge Realized from a downward spiral One morning; a monday morning. Two thoughts; do I live or die?
You say I’m letting my health take the back seat If you'd look closer you would see it’s not there Search a little longer and you’d find a locked trunk
I whispered with the devil and he told me what to do. He said some people might not like it, even me, and it's true. Whether it's a noose around my neck, or a bullet in my head, he said he doesn't care at all; he just needs me dead.
Shuck-Lily cuts herself and, by God, I'm back in love again, This is not my responsibility, So why am I tending to you like an animal?
TAAKA vodka, purple harleys, and cigarette rolling trays. The smell of pancakes and pretty summer days, the littlest things Are what triggers the replays Of the horrific day My daddy took his life away
I’ve fallen apart, A million pieces in the floor. Most of them are missing, I can’t find them any more. My pieces have been scattered,
I was in love once, And a painful ordeal it was. I tried so hard to be the perfect one, To be the one that she wanted. I didn’t realize then,
The acidic water you just coughed up. I know. The silent cursing you scream in your mind. I know. The "are you ok?" questions that you answer with a lie. I know.
the constant fights they have to stop I'm tired of sitting here with my mop here to wipe your tears at your command you don't put in mind my need or demand I'm always in the middle
I see you in every angry fight, every bruise, and in every goodbye that is never said. ~awatr
I see the pills A pile On my bed I shake off the fog That was in My head I am awake Alive
While it's easier to cut butter I'd rather slice open my arm Because the pain is like no other and it lessens my alarm. And when the doctor finds the marks, I'll just say I fell in the dark.
Someone save me from this pain, It keeps me trapped inside my brain. Someone save me from this hurt, I’m not even worth a pot of dirt.
When I was born, society handed me a script I played the part quietly and kept my lips zipped But I missed it, the system was gonna get my wrists slit So I ripped up the script and kissed the name misfit.
These demons always plague me, They keep me in constant torment. Where could the angels be? They aren’t stopping my demons. The demons only get riled,
I can’t breathe right, My fingers twitch uncontrollably, People keep on speaking, They act like I’m okay. My brain feels like it’s breaking,
I am a tortured human soul, The world would be better, If I go. If I leave this world behind, What is the place I’ll find? I can’t live, with this pain,
The Blade is at bay, the Thoughts by the shore. The Noose at the gate and Suicide at the door. Regrets knock loudly, what-if’s knock some more. Then Darkness creeps in soundly and Death wins the war.
You made me feel, Like there was nothing I could achieve. And all my dreams, We’re too far out of reach. You broke me down, And watched me cry. And didn’t even care,
if only i had a pencil, i could write my way out of the ghetto. if only i had a pencil, i could explain the voices in my head that scream in falsetto. if only i had a pencil,
Inspired by How It Feels to be Colored Me by Zora Neale Hurston.
Could somebody take me somewhere pleasant? It's all I have ever asked of someone. How is someone to be omnipresent? They cry "all hail the one and only son."
Our monsters used to live under the bed, sparkly and purple “they’re not real,” we said Life was safe, monsters were fantasy,
I laugh….. Looking at me right now You’d think that I’ve lost my mind The tears are staining my face Restless nights They lead to bags under my eyes
The cold December winds charge at my tear ridden face As the life that’s left within my eyes gazes up at the grey clouds
The voices in my head are crying out and screaming My soul sobs in distress and agony My heart beats anxiously, fearing what may become of me And my eyes spout tears pouring down my face like a ravenous downpour
help me,I want to dieI want that knifeI want the lasting peace I hate meI hate how I have everything,and I still feel like dyingI hate how I cant love her enough
..................................... ............. ....... ....... What is it to be suicidal? Is it a belief? .... a sickness?
I love the teachers that teach, The teachers that write in scrawling letters that Dance around the whiteboard with colors clashing.
this letter is me saying goodbye. this letter is everything i couldn't say when you were in my room that night when i asked you to stop to leave me alone and you persisted in touching me
When you smiled and said you were fine I saw behind your lie I've known you for too long I know when something's wrong I regret that I left That I didn't help I hate that we went seperate ways
The stars in my eyes They’re fading dim The smile on my face It’s wearing thin The weight of my heart It’s too much to hold It’s pulling me under I’m drowning in cold
I never knew why you thought of it Knowing you will be missed Not everything is as it seems But you never thought of it. I just want you to know I care about you, Because I really don't know why you thought
Stamped Denied.By: Fabiola Rios
My friend waves a phone in my face and huffs. It's a brand new girl everyday. My friend points and judges this girl with anger. She finds flaws in each and every way.
You’re usually not that blunt. It’s usually sewn in with threads of: motherhood, divine goal, dating advice, dances, I usually just don’t exist.
Well if you want honesty then you better brace yourself Because I’m going to be real here Depression is a real thing And it’s time we have a talk about the fact that
The stoplight stands red for awhile She suddenly awakens to blood surrounding her body She grabs the blade and goes deeper and deeper She goes so deep that eventually she will drown
They always say If you having nothing nice to say then say nothing at all For why the scars are there My tears are the words that never left my mouth My scars scream for me
There you were standing, stalled Your eyes, a deer in headlights, lights They held a killer cold hue The best was given Yet, it wasn’t good enough for you
I just want to die Just slit my wrist and then cry Time to say goodbye
I feel nothing I'm so scared that's so bad I feel nothing, nothing at all not happy nor sad Yet I feel so empty, I feel so alone
My play-doh set. My brown barrette. My high top shoes. My young views. My dirty shirts. My elbow hurts. My parents yelling. My lips never telling.
Confusion. That is the first emotion I felt when I found out My favorite step sibling had done the unthinkable- Suicide. I wondered, who could've seen this coming? Not me,
i'm telling you now about a girl who lived some how she lived through death, she lived through fear, and in some way she managed to hear the sound of music, the sound of joy,
If today I die purposefully, just know it wasn’t me. All these voices in my head, they keep me up. At night I barely sleep.
Black Birds As she flicked the rubber against her wrist her eyes linger into nature’s abyss undressing the land with her eyes
Her tear drops sang Songs of melancholy While the smell of lavender Stung the backs of her eyes. Her head screamed, "Just do it," While her heart whispered, "Stay,"
Don't cut your wrist and don't cut your thighs. Don't get pissed just show the world that you're alive. Pull up your sleeves show what you hide. Not for us, But for yourself please
How is it fair that you were taken How is it fair that you left he decided it was his time that the pain was too much so he left and we all cried it doesnt feel real the pain in my heart
Oh, no I've done it again Cut, cut, cut With my pen Cut out the pain Time and time again I've watched blood Go down the drain When they find my body
If you're reading this note, then I'm already dead I probably got a bullet lodged in the side of my head You can't save my body, I already locked up the joint Anyway forget how I died, that's besides the point
Some nights I wake to the realization that I can’t remember what your voice sounds like. I can’t remember the curve of your lips
You'd think lying here, my breath escaping That I'm scared I've tried pills Here I sit Both Wrists Slit I think I need my stomach pumped I'm not scared I hear someone knocking
Come back to the dark my love “It’s brighter than it looks down here” All alone consumed by fears I'm drowning myself in forlorn tears
I cry each time I see a butterfly because you aren't here to tell me to be strong. You were there, walking beside me, as my hands shook and I felt so hollow inside, screaming "I can't do it!"
What people fail to see is the chance to be free, The power to be more, the chance to open doors. Like a locked cage inside where the pain won’t subside,
Rain, wet droplets hit my face That time of year surely brings me faith As the water weighs me down I pray that maybe I'll be able to touch your base
Shocking scars, The past, So long ago, Hurt entrenched so deep, No words can describe, The manner in which it resides, No tears can make The agony seap. Ever present,
Screeching and yellingLaughing and tauntingIn my head,It's loud and noisyScatter thoughtsAnd tear stai
I have been in the bowels of hell, Witnessed the Devil’s breath And seen the Grace of Angels.
my grandmother says I’m lazy, yet I am fully aware of the tasks that are meant to be done before me. I am fully aware of the miles of debris left behind my trail.
why do I feel the way I feel why do I want to hurt myself why do I feel that I’d be better dead why do they hate me why won’t they accept that I’m human
I lied said it was fine It wasn't my mind So many things Bullies to wars Food and drink I knew one thing something to end my suffering
I decided to take a trip Riding on air’s ship My destination is shrouded in confusion No one can agree whether its real or just an illusion
As I sit in the corridor I hear BANG Everyone's screaming yelling and crying But I turned to my side just to see the person right next to me Screaming in pain as I sat and watched him bleed because I didn't know what to do
Reading and writing poetry speaks to the soul, Sometimes you have to fall before you reach your goal. I would often question myself and ask who am I? Why am I doing this? Is it worth a try?
Born of a minority race Adorned of comments and nitpicking You grow a thick skin when subjected to Adolescent Bullying Spitting image of an Abuser Mother couldn’t take it
post suicide-attempt words stopped making sense depression taking hold anxiety uncontrolled mind plagued by disease only one offer of ease prayer disguesed as poetry to set my mind free
I keep my head down while dark thoughts create a storm in my head. The black velvet sky blots out the burning sun. I don't know why I'm still here. My want for breathing is receding and my heart is bleeding for a love
Remember meAs the rising sun in early morningThe palette of colors that both sootheAnd allow for a reminiscing moment. Remember me As the laughter and jokesThat will never, ever fail
Poetry saved me for many reasons She even got me through the roughest seasons She saved me from suicide Even when I couldn't see past my foolish pride, that almost led to my demise
Turn up your music Drown out their voice Close your door This is your choice Listen to the lyrics Can you hear the voice? Walk towards your desk Remember, this is your choice
You are a galaxy. A collection of beautiful fragments that shine. You are a galaxy. The planets that orbit your mind are home to brilliance.
Put that down You keep saying your not enough I know being an anomoly is tough Lone Wolfing through your academic life With Little to communicate, and you dont think thats right,
My emotions belong in a cage, Eventually, slowly, hesitantly plotting a war to wage. If I ever let them show, let them out, they’ll raise hell, For the vultures, they ring the dinner bell,
Lead boots stomp, Dust landing on nothing, And everything all at once, Intertwined pieces of self, No longer connected at the seams, Unravelling persona, Cracking through shaky wooden beams,
Five hundred miles between a temporary bed and what felt like a bad dream Two days in oblivion just waiting for a “hey, I’m better off today” But the message never came Just rumors of a tree by the soccer field
I see the casket and the mask inside, Held within the young sleeper’s bloody hands. How can kings pick the choice of suicide When they have control of so many lands? Only a grin given, no pain in face,
Puppet Trigger warning: rape, eating disorder, mental illness, self-harm I have always been your doll You’ve always just sat there and watched me fall
Listen to that voice There is importance in following These pages enclose the words my heart holds If I enacted the things I feel I could heal Our generation acts as if emotions are no big deal
my souls become heavy with the colors of my thoughts
Do you remember what was true before you let the thoughts consume you?An unrecognizable face in a crowd you’ve allowedTo become a disguise you used to hideEvery bruise, cut, scarThe times you tried.
*vssst vssst vssst* My phone vibrated in the pockets of my blue distressed jeans. Falling from seventy stories high, my life flashed before my eyes.
There’s a dark corner in the back of my room it speaks to me And says “I’ll be there soon” As I lie on my bed in the fetal position my eyes are closed hopin and wishin
Death creep slow So you wept Life is pointless A sharp blade of redundancy It a choice A promising voice If you die or if You live It is in your reach A touch you will Meet
Break the silence with a scream oh, ALL men will see! That nothing is what it isnt, So please be free! All men are destructive, So read something better than these
I was a sinking ship Headed towards the bottom Of the ocean; lost in motion Were dreams that seemed too far from reality I wasn't sure I was going to make it But the ship continued sinking...
He hands me scraps of notebook paper. Wih words looming on it, in a concise manner, his thoughts chaotic He grins at me, looking for an expression. I try to smile,
It's been a year.A year since you broke me. It's been a year since you cut into my fleshBefore I even got the chance toAfter telling me how horrible it is.
Is there somebody that could save me? From myself. From everyone else. From those that seek to tear me apart. From my heart that craves to be loved so bad.
Fingernails thumping the tempered glass, hurriedly and literally searching for something out there, someone out there who could possibly be speaking about what I am too afraid to even touch with the delicate fingers of my thoughts.
Racehorse The Kentucky Derby was yesterday at 4 pm and the bullet shot Like a fire in the air. Her eyes are rolled back like the way the sea curls into sand
Little lost souls, little lost souls My childhood friends are little lost souls They tried all the games but Found none they enjoyed Now they are all but little lost souls
She won’t wake upShe won’t wake up She won’t wake up She lays there in a carcass of pasty white skin With sunken closed eyes and a dark mind from within
You caught me slipping. You grabbed my hand as I dangled Precariously over that ledge, As I toed the line Between today and yesterday. And right now, you're pulling me up. You're holding me back
Mother, please don’t go away. You know how I love you… I’m calling you, please answer me! Please don’t go please not now! Do you hear me calling?
the Student who became a statistic the Victim that took it’s life she didn’t want to cut he didn’t want to overdose
there’s a woman who wasn’t the best mother she had depression it was quite sad even tried to take her life
IT GETS BETTER. It seems like such a cliche. Honestly, I know how it sounds, and how those words make you feel: annoyed, devalued, misunderstood. It seems like a lie, it feels impossible,
When suicide took you, my whole world from me, I had nothing to fall back on except poetry. Grief had consumed my mind, It filled inside me, and the only way to keep myself alive
A shiny, new, bustling city.Full of people.Each with ideas.Each with thoughts.Each with emotions. But then It starts.
Child, You are ignorant. Ignorant to the horrors of our world. Hatred. Evil. Corruption. Destruction. No,
Stillness unnoticed Waves not deluding She dwells no moment In fear of realness grim moments Near mountain edges Fall of dull lights Nameless old faces Call with no one
Tick Tock goes the time bomb in my head, what'd ya say...I'm better off dead... Nothing to live for here comes the sun, day after day, the hauntings just begun... Every day, every hour, every minute, every second...
her pleasures in the shallows end as the riptide guarantees
Angels wept the night he took me, From where I lay helpless on the ground I thought I could hear them. No one told me it would be okay, for long long after that day, Many looked but few ever stayed to see.
I feel so sad nowadays, I can't even cry. So I sit in my bed, And wish I would die. And I think to myself, 'Would they care if I left?' Then a voice reminds me, 'People get over death.'
You came home from school You said your day was fine You rush to the bathroom, slid your back down the wall as your skin began to grow paler and tears became heavier
you demand that i push myself all the while pushing me closer and closer to the lip of the ledge and i can’t help but think of how just last week
What would you do if you had pills? Pills, a blade, a rope? with dark thoughts surrounding you? mummuring into your ear. it's so easy, pour the bottle of pills into your mouth,
There are some things, people do, When they can only feel blue. They take the silver, make it rust, For they feel that they just must. People see, but do not tell, Scared of what hides behind the veil.
As the colors fade and slowly turn to grey, I rise from the ashes, color blossoming from within me. I hear a whisper behind me, But I dare not look back.
She regretted her decisionWanted to crawl away and disappearBut she had done the unthinkableShe had done an evil deed
Get out of my head. Get out of my head because it's what's best for me. Get out of my head because it's what's best for you.
things aren’t bad when any malleable silver is my friend things are bad when pills looks like tic tacs something’s gotta give
Every 5 seconds 2,000 Kit Kats are eaten Every minute 250 children are born Ever 5 minutes 80,000 text messages are sent Every 10 minutes 90,000 tinder matches are made Every 15 minutes someone dies from suicide This is a example of someone reac
Would anyone care if I dropped off the earth, Would anyone shed a tear? Several sobs, a few gasps, some chairs at my funeral, Then I'm just simply not here. Would anyone care if I ended my life,
It's funny how stuff works out, No matter how loud I shout, You can't hear. It's funny how shrill I cry, Funny how much I try To disappear. But it's the holiday season, so what is my reason to die?
I want to die, I'm scared of death, So sometimes I just hold my breath. I close my eyes and count to ten, I pussy out and breath again.
Empty words on empty screens, A silent generation screams Behind the masks of pleasant faces, Witty pictures, clever phrases, We break, we cry, We sob, we fight, And segregated, rot and die,
A single seed, unknowingly holding burden She doesn't know anything The hate she must determine She's locked up in a world of imposters a world full of monsters This seed which was planted
Machine of pain, Which pours blood like rain. You helped my forefathers liberate, You made the home I venerate. Through wilderness and adveristy, There are lives you defend.
today i smile because for years i have denied who i am today i smile because i was scared to come out today i smile because i was too proud to admit mom was right today i smile because
Lost in a sea of loneliness- Drowning in this ocean of tears. I have no life. I'm suffocated by fear. Visited the Lord just once- Guess I've died the second death. Trapped in my mind to scream and yell;
I still eat peanut butter as if it fulfills all the categories in the nutritional pyramid. It can be found in the cupboards of each place I hang up my jacket and step in. What’s convenient about
i’ve been trying to find love in a billion relationships and i’ve tried everything i can to make myself feel something and i’ve pushed my feelings so far behind walls and i’ve pushed people away to get free
I once had this teacherwho had put a sticky note on the inside of my notebookfor that class. The inside of each cover was fullof quotes, that I wrote on sticky notes.Except for the inside of the front cover.It had one open spot left. You see, over
I cannot stand this abuse; I cannot be a bystander. It doesn't take a genius to deduce That you're worth more than this slander. You are gorgeous. You are powerful and stately.
Life has come to the point now where I cannot go a day without thinking of you
It's hard to believe that we live our lives within a 100 mile radius It's hard to believe that the world is 25000 miles in circumference
Here is a quick poem about emotions. Why the fuck do they exist? I feel so much at once and I want to end it. Can I end it? Not just the emotions but my whole life? I feel so pathetic even talking about this strife
Dear Dad, Hey, it’s been a while, I didn’t really expect you to be gone so soon. How are you doing up there? I know how picky you are, so I can’t assume. Things haven’t been the best since you left, But we are getting by. My
Dear Gabi, Last night I had a dream that you were alive That you had tried to jump out of your window, maybe to fly And I sat by your side because you didn’t die.
Dear Sylvia Plath, Let me lift the bell jar from your eyes, flame-red strands dropping to your shoulders, oxygen returning to your lips. I want you to place your fingers on your heart, and listen.
Five baby birds, alone in a nest. Friends due to birth and location. Five baby birds, hormones and hatred manifest, With any contact leaning towards altercation.
Another black man is killed Another trans kid commits suicide Another woman is sexually harassed Aren't we just statistics In the sadistic game of life?
i do not want to know what your hands did, tremblingly steady, doubtfully certain. i do not want to hear what You left behind,
I am the boy who wakes up every morning, Only to see the girl in the mirror mocking him. Her round face. Her curves. Her breasts. All knives thrown at me, Trying to break my bones.
Dear Kelcee, It’s okay that we drifted apart, That’s just how things go sometimes, Just know you’ll always have a home in my heart. It’s okay that your life came crashing down,
To the people who don’t understand why I won’t let them touch me, I’ve built a wall between friends, family, and others. And fucking think again if you thought I had any lovers.
Dear Nathan, I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye or even say hello I wish I could’ve stopped you And showed you that you weren’t alone Or if I couldn’t do that
To my Dad, my best friend, I can’t even pretend that all this happened, I just want to bend and contort until my body says no- My mind is full of what if's, maybe's, and so’s.
To the bystander, What is the use of a camera when it tapes a man falling? Or when it films a woman drifting to her doom? As her limp body breaks as she breaks the waves beneath
You are beautiful. Death has covered you in a halo, like a saint.
To Whom It May Concern, I haven't written you in two years, I've talked to you, Sometimes you talk back. Through that broken watch you left me Everything I own to remember you by On my wrist
Dear Nathan, I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye or even say hello I wish I could’ve stopped you And showed you that you weren’t alone Or if I couldn’t do that
1/30/18 A boy at the highschool down the street from mine killed himself. It's sad, I know. But I'm not sad, I'm livid.
I try to to talk to you, Yet you don’t try to talk to me I try to say hi, But you never try to say hi back I try to keep from staring, And you try not to notice
Dear Her, I saw Her wrists. I saw the scars. I have not forgiven myself for failing to save Her. I do not know how to refrain from losing Her again.
Dear Lily, It's easy enough for me to pretend like I'm fine. At least enoufh so that it seems like I've dealt with it Ir's easy enough to distract myself I do it with schoolwork With gossip
3 Reasons to Disappear Some may call it an act of selfishness. Some may see it as an act of consideration, But I am neither of those things.
I’m scared to write an essay. The computer I’m sitting at is humming and the wood under my wrists are vibrating
I write these thoughts to clear my mind from the piles of blunt ended metaphorical clutter that may, or may not have cadence. Their long winded flow,
I couldn't save you, My friend. Whose smile was big and great, your eyes peeking out over the moutain of cheek. Your short hair that you tried so desperatly to grow out.
dear brain, the thing is, we’re screwed. the thing is, we’re at the end of the line.
Dear Lily, Oh Lily, if only I knew, you gave me no clueHow you felt every day and nightOh how you lived without the lightevery morning, cutting yourself too deepevery night, crying yourself to sleepyou seemed so happy just yesterdaywho knew you fe
I just wanted to let you know That you are loved and cared for That anybody who hurts you. Fails to see who you really are
Dear Life, Your fragile. we sometimes take you for granted. When we wake up every morning you give us the chance to
I’m learning to live like an eventuality Do you understand my poems? They’re really like long lines of made up words that I kind of put into timepieces because otherwise, they become
Dear Jonghyun, In the smog, a star amongst us now flying with the rest In the clear skies I wonder if you're happier up there From so high, can you even see us?
Dear mother, You wait for me in the places I can't see. There, you patiently scowl from the actions I do. They insult the meaning of you in my life,
When a child dies, who is left so wise as those surviving youth? Within souls of stone we all but condone a deeper death of them all.
January 29, 2018 Dear all those who love me, It sits there menacingly, waiting It’s come back around, and it’s ready for a fight I’ve prepared my armor…my guns
Dear You, Remember when we met? Summer before eighth grade The sun dripped honey and the leaves whispered secrets But You
Dear God Why do you let me down? I pray and pray, yet I still frown. Is it something wrong with me? Are my morals blinding me? Is everything that I live by binding me to its rules?
Seventeen and the phone rings at midnight, Oh dear, it’s just your dad they’ve had another fight. Mom says, “Just go back to bed. You know how this goes.” Awake I lay until the old rooster crows.
To my high school bullies, Hi. I think Being dead Is no relief Running through this eternal emptiness,
Three semesters ago I was assigned a poem for an English grade I was excited because I write I write often I write fluidly But I found that, when I had to I could not write at all
My best friend tried to die twice in the same day. First with a gun and second with a wire off a hair dryer.
I refuse to be the next crazy person on the back end of your jokes I know you were talking about me but you didn't know You think of crazy as straight jackets and force fed medications
the prince in this tale was too scared to ask for help he tried to save himself the prince is strong the prince was the strongest
Blood rushed down his arm Just like tears rush down her face There's fire in his eyes And an overdose in her veins Lord help these children, they've dot so much more to live for
Hey. I guess it's been a couple of months, a rough couple of months. I saw your sister in the store the other day, but she barely looked up from the floor long enough to say hi.
Sitting within the four walls, like a flower that newly budded, I reminisce on the thoughts of happiness. How unachievable it was, the thoughts Like heaven's fallen angel,
Dear divinity. I have many questions for you That I'm not sure you'll ever answer Because over the last few years of my life My fealty to you Has grown less and less steadfast.
white to the point where she's alwaysmistaken for sick she'sgot those orchid eyespink on top and purple on bottomwhat is sleep?"to die, to sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream"she dreams only about him
“I don’t believe in heaven” These words fall with a tremor from my fingers to the keys And will eventually stumble from my lips to your ears It’s the unfortunate truth:
Dear Courtney By: Tyler McBride i will not cry when i die. i couldn’t when you did, when you decided to fly,
Dear Dad, I'll keep this brief. I won't pretend to know why you did what you did Or what was going throuhg your head That day you pulled the trigger That changed the lives of your kids,
Why won’t you just leave me alone? I don’t want you around - I never have. But apparently, I can’t get a restraining order against my own mind.
Dear Death, We are Strong! Yes, broken, but Strong. We have seen you near and far And getting closer, so it seems. Yet this time our encounter Won't be more than just a banter.
I already have a gag around my mouthIt keeps me from speaking out.Heavy chains weigh down my mindThey keep me tied. The rope is ready and set
I want to die So I can be as free as a butterfly I want to die My friends feel like they are passing me by I want to die All of my plans have gone awry
He asked for help - they laughed. He begged to be understood - they ignored. He screamed for attention - they didn't give it.
Mental anguish is all pain, So thick it chokes you, So fiery it burns one's insides With anger and wrath and self-hate, Twisting its way through As a knife would its victim, And yet twice as lethal,
I forgot who I was after I first shattered. When grasping for some desperate way to connect was all that mattered. Before I lost hope and spent years floating face down in the water,
Every day we pass by, All the people we saw cry But do we think of it? No we just overlook the ones who quit I sometimes stop what I'm doing, To my dismay I just end up stewing
Dear My Past Self, This is the part where I tell you that you're going to be okay Each day might seem worse than the last But, that everyday is truly a new day
Whispered thoughts echo echo Throughout the warm and crowded room. The thoughts mingling amongst one another
Wasn’t Enough I wasn’t enough
I'm not suicidal But lately I've wondered what it would be like To drive off a cliff To watch the blood pour from wounds on my body To sink under the tub water until I stopped breathing To be hit by that semi
Present in class, under the antiseptic light of the lecture hall my words infect the air, and my fat brass opinion dissipates into discussion. The next hand raises
Dear Justin, Only Fifteen Still Learning How to Live You taught me how to stay strong. You gave me laughter and smiles. During a time I only had sadness and grief. You had me and I had you.
She stood on the railing of
It's going to be okay,It's going to be alright.Keep remembering to hold on tight.
Dear Ryan, Why am I writing to someone dead? The farthest it'll go is the Stone; The last remnants I have of you - except your Jacket, of course; I sleep with it, but it no longer smells of you -
I failed my major. I came outside crying. It was worse than a bad audition. It was my entire plan being crushed in front of me. "You've improved, but you're just not ready yet."
The Definition of Fine
I often wonder, Why are we here, Are we born just to die, If so why, Why is dying the only guarantee in life, Is there life after death, All of this begs the question...
The sun is asleep and the moon is only half awake. My mind is blurry and my heart is half paced. Crickets are chirping in slow motion as I ascend into open space.
I count to ten and i'm calm but I swear it's all in slow motion. One.. Her yelling echos through my head over and over, everything she has ever said to make me feel, worthless. Two…
To people who deny the correlation between the Internet and teen suicide, You walk into your room. On a beaten wooden table sits your phone, cool and motionless. It is off.
Dear Evan, It's been 3 years and 4 months since the last time I saw you. Many things changed, I grew older, I changed as a person, I made new friends. I met Amazing people and I wish you have done the same
I can’t believe you would do this to me Sitting in silence, qui vive that night New Year’s Eve When you hung yourself from a cucumber tree Tragedy, they say
She smiles as the blood pours down her arm as the pain interrupts her breathing as her thoughts are pulled beneath a current of wind They look
"Suicide is not an option" I hear my therapist say, She smiles wryly And I want to scream. "Suicide is a coward's way out" She continues, I do not understand She thinks this is a fact?
No one knows her the way I do! You're right, my love. No one knows me the way you do.
Because I am not who you want me to beYou criticize, chastise, and punish meCurse me to the end of the Earth,And throw your religion in my face.
I woke up one morning,And I forgot I was dead.The clock on the wall insisted it was midday,The sun coming through the window seemed to agree.The date on the calendar insisted today was real,
And the scars from the blade that remain on the wrists of an elderly Mrs. Strange have faded... She smiles knowingly as if reading my thoughts The distactions of youth abated... The eyes alone tell the tale.
Dear Dad, You were once there to hold me and call me your princes. You were there to pick me up and show me the colorful world. You were there to hug me tight.
I remember that day I had heard it many times that day, Someone else had lost time. Who? I wondered. As if it was a broken record, frantically reaching for an answer in my mind. Who could it be?
This little girl, staring you in the face. Why, she used to be yours. But this little girl, staring you dead in the face,
I have a migraine and I'm the only one to blame, blowing up the noise in my mind, racking up the chaos,
Choking on firewater, you’ve been drowning for so long you can’t taste it anymore. The words aren’t enough
Do you ever have those days where your blood rots in your veins, your stomach sinks and your skin itches, your bones burn into dust.
When we're sixteen and breathing is like shoving steel through our veins, it's hard and it hurts but we keep doing it. When we're nineteen and we've been cut loose,
There’s blood underneath your fingertips, cracks in your nails, chaos in your head, suicide in your eyes.
To the boy—the boy laid low, boy laid low, by the blows of life and the lack of hope. He says he wants to go but everyone screams no,
“ I don’t know man, she just didn’t seem like the type of girl to do that. I swear she was always happy ” “maybe she was faking it ”
Don't cry for me, I've made up my mind. I want to thank you throughout my life for being so kind. This wasn't your fault, the decision was mine.
Dear me but not really me, You may come to read this letter Heartbroken and in tears just like I was Asking yourself if it will ever get better You have pain inside you deeper than any cut
Mother didn't care Father didn't know. Now dear heart, You are all alone. No one notices, Or really even cares. They won't see you. Just a broken girl.
Did you find yourself, staring at a wall, that never stared back? Or did you become overwhelmed, with the amount of space that surrounds all of us, and the scowls on each face passing by?
(TRIGGER WARNING) To the society that turns broken things into beauty, ripped jeans fresh off the line love novels, heroine saved, get my hopes up like i, too, will be saved
Dear Daddy, Did you know I loved you? Did you know you were my favorite? Did you know I'd miss you? You didn't have to do it, daddy. You could've waited one more day, one more hour.
Live Forever, it seems, you fought this war ,
Rose, a lively rose. My life is like a red rose, Each petal is a special part, Making up a picture. Every petal that falls is something that cannot be forgoten. Every few years a petal is lost.
Royal blue veins Skin near transparent like window panes, and growing pains Dukes with dukes and dames with dames, an endless rain Staring out at a passing train, imbalanced brain,
A cut across the wrist Cuz who would miss this? A cut along the thigh So much easier to hide Keeping it all hush hush
A cut across the wrist Cuz who would miss this? A cut along the thigh So much easier to hide Keeping it all hush hush
To the boys who raped my best friend, You didn't know why she was on the bus that day so I'll tell you She went to lay flowers at her best friend’s grave She didn't know you would be laying her in her own
CoryHow time flies byI can't believe it has been 10 yearsSince the day you died I used to be upset with youAnd wonder whyBut now I understandThat it was easier to die
gone... just... gone... your light dark leaving me without our spark just your permanent mark could've saved you from your fall but you had already given your all
Well, there was this girl, She lives her life as a lie, She continues to explore the world of sin,But instead she feels dead inside As she took the blade And her body swayedShe’s thinking'“WorthlessPatheticUselessPsychoticI was born at the wrong t
Dear depression I don't want you anymore These gloomy dark days you give me were never fun Yet you continue scarring me so now I don't know if it's you or me in my bathroom mirror
I speak for the students or should I say the slaves, Working all the time to impress our parents with grades, And Schools with sports, Teachers with clubs, Colleges with SAT's, Extra curriculars, Majors in particular, Community service, It all mak
I know that look in your eye. That you want to cry, that you’re scared to die. But have no fear, Dear. Do you know why? All your troubles will pass by, I promise you that is no lie.
I've tried so hard but I can't do anything. I feel stuck in a place I don't want to be. I drink to lose the pain, and I get high to feel free. I'm a lesbian, yet no one understands
Stay alive for the little things, Like the sun on your cheek, Or to see your life peak. Stay alive for the little things, To see your favorite band get back together, Or to fall in love forever.
Dear MomI know we’ve lived together for foreverYou think you probably know most of my lifeRight?WrongThere’s so much I never told youAll the times I cried
I've realized that Inconsistency kills more than what we think it does So why give... When you yourself feel empty
There was a darkness. A darkness no one should ever experience. That feeling you are NOT good enough, Feeling you are NOT loved,
Future generations, Hear me loud and clear when I say this: Please don't be selfish, Don't dismiss The pain of others, nor their anguish. Don't dismiss The needs of the homeless
Dear Mr. Palise,
She stares at the blade in her right hand the red lines covering her legs and both arms making it impossible to see clearly clouded by depression, tears, and self-hatred.
Watery tear-filled eyesgaze upon her lifeless bodylying in the bathtubpills she droppedon the floorshe looks happy nowat peacenoises and screams and hysterics and tearssurround the boy
Dear friends, I believe in love, I believe in might but I'm beginning to lose my sight of everyone around me, everyone near, everyone who might be close to hear that I'm losing myself, losing me
I have devils in my pocket. Two little devils. They snag crumbs from my plate, They wait patiently outside the shower, They sit on my night stand as I sleep. Sometimes they are more noticable,
You don't need more food... You should probably get a small... You should go for a walk... You should cover your stomach... Why aren't you speaking to me? Why do you always sleep?
I suppose I get too high on my lows. I suppose I too get stuck on those notes. Like so many others, they say it goes over. Many of those others try to appeal to one another. I suppose I can't really see no hope.
There's the kids who hidAll they do is cryWanting to dieThe kids who'd rather drinkThan have to think Kids who couldn't sleepSo they'd take another pillWanting the thrill Of feeling something.Cause we felt nothing.Remember these are the kids Who'v
alone burning with anger becoming stone the only defense she gets hate from a stranger she didn't do anything worth offense .
I’ve been here before Way too many times. I’ve spent countless nights in terror Letting out frantic cries. I’ve plotted my death Again, again, and again. I’m willing to give up this fight, After all, it seems to have no end To you, to him, to her
Muted grey Shades of pain Blurry sneers My arms stretched out Coils freeze on my limbs Hanging above soulless concrete
I'd rather set myself on fire Then listen to you anymore I'd rather burn and scream in hot agony Then sit in silence feeling the opposite pain within
It was a warm august afternoon that you caught my eye I never thought that your big brown eyes would make me feel so high. It wasn't long until you were the only thing on my mind
Hundreds of red lights beaming out to the night A hunkering metal shrine calling out my name Do the drivers beneath know what they're passing under?The drivers to my side never cared much about me
You were beautiful You could have followed your Dream You could have kept it cool Kept your balance on the balance beam Those tears in your eyes You never should have hid I guess no one relaized
The thing that I admired, That was my role model, it cradled my cold body, it tucked me in at night It still takes care of me sometimes and makes me forget that- This Feeling Is Such A Pain.
When beginning this poem I had an epiphany: I don’t know what healthy love is supposed to look like The prompt- “Because I love you” Only reminds me of a harsh November sadness
He lived a thousand lives I loved the one he tried to forget
The edge is behind you now What's in front is unclear Anger, pain, and sadness It seems you can't hear Reason to the smallest degree Your friends start to leave All you're left with is the previous 3
Blair A beautiful wonderful, girl who needed someone. But there was no one. Alone. Forgotten. And seemingly worthless. Abandoned at birth and taken by strangers.
Lonely girl lost in the world all alone no place to go not even a home. Tears well in her eyes as she try's not to cry blinking them back but one seems to slip, she wishes the floor will open and swallow her in a zip.
Because I love you I will uplift you everyday Because I love you You will throw any negative connotations about yourself away You are beYOUtiful Yes in your own way. Friends are your soulmates too.
Pain, gaping hole in my chest, torture, All consuming, obtaining me Screaming, dying, depressed unchecked With my clenched fist, white knuckles Gasping
I used to look watch and judge those who didn't think like me I used to criticize make fun of and put down those who didn't act like me But of course life has a way of turning
You dare say 'I don't know what pain is', Yet, dear family, you've been fooled by yours truly.
Drowsiness creeping into my eyes Reaching up. Pulling my eyelids down like curtains. Blocking out the light. Mind plummeting into darkness. Hands growing weak. Unable to fight anymore.
forgive me body, i have failed i failed to love you and cut again who knows how long it has been i made a list of what to do and chose to cut on you i thought about all the bad
I fell like a water drop from the skies tears as it cried for its lost love, the earth moved silently and without the moon the waves were pulled by storms of jealously as winds howled for their
This is the time of our lives that everything changes inside. Left is now right, day becomes night I feel it inside that I am not alright. Save me now, save me now take me down the right path, of endless glory that I will never give back.
I should have known earlier That something was off. AGE 3 I am acting out My own death Over and Over and Over. Gunshots, falling, screaming, Nothing.
a hole in the heart, a gap in the soul. the ever-widening rift of fear, isolation, and paranoia, cracking the mind.
This number is only going to do so much for me It may have someone waiting to save me on the other end But I don't have the courage to call I feel like if I call I'd just take another fall Trying to call
Beauty doesn't always come easily. Insecurity will rear its ugly head. But you, my love, You are so perfect. To be like you, one could only wish. So please
Everyday brings more and more trouble. Your words inspire fear and tears. But because I love you, I am here. When you tell me these things, my heart breaks and my soul crubles under the pressure. Because I love me, I am here.
If there is one thing I want,it is to not be a wasted life.I want to say I did things for people.I want to saythat I became a playground for everyone’sdemons,a place for people to leave what won’t
set me free so I can fly I really want to die do you know the reason why neither do i but I am going to try I want to fly high maybe I will reach the sky maybe I am going to cry
The clocks were pointing at twelve. Lunch Period. Nobody knew about the kid crying in the bathroom stall. He pressed a revolver to his temple, waiting for the courage to sieze him.
Because I'm not pretty I don't post pictures online Because I'm not confident I don''t feel comfortable outside Because I'm not straight I feel worthless inside Because I'm not social no one hears my cries
Death is knocking at my door again tonight she says I’m trying so hard to slam the door in his face But each day it gets a little harder please help me He’s been persistent comin round every night
Death, just and fair,Beautiful and twisted,Tangible as the air,Unable to be resisted.Death, a friend of mine,I will stay with you even as a ghost,Because through all this time,
These past few dayshave come and gone,almost like the words to your favorite song.I had it all,I felt ten feet tall,like maybe, just maybe, this time I wouldn't fall,fall back down into the darkness below,
Because I love You, Mom I will lay tell you I stopped feeling good a long time ago Because I love you
As I sit in the castle, I feel locked up like a creature. The world seems still and dull. Day and Night have become one, And life moves on without me.
You say I'm a bitch. A stuck up, self-absorbed, chin-up-so-high-it's-a-wonder-it-doesn't-interfere-with-airplane-travel bitch.
666 Or 17 years of age I was 18 When you messed me up. I tried You tried Money was And is an issue, And I only got 6.66 dollars In my bank account. It sucks.
Dear Best Friend, The small smile that appeared on your face when someone acknowledged you or your loud laughter at the simplest joke... It was gone. You are gone.
Baby Seedling: Helpless and New Growing Sapling: Poking your eyes out into the blue Little Daisy: So young yet so bold Teenage Daisy: Stand tall in the cold
I dont wanna cry. I dont wanna lie about what happened in my past anymore. I dont wanna wake up in the morning and see the same face that hurts me everyday. I dont wanna see the sun anymore.
Everything I felt came rushing back. It was like suicide. My thoughts hung me. My emotions shot me. My fears cut me. My imperfections were an overdose.
I catch a glimpse of your dimples when you laugh, Thinking to myself, Why are you still here? I watch as you water the garden we planted together, Thinking to myself, Why are you still here?
Huele a cadaverHuele a cadaver y apesta cada vez mas fuerteHuele a recuerdos a sueños y esperanzacolgando de la orilla de un edificio tratando de salvarse despues de haber tratado de suicidarse,
Just needed one more moment to tell him he would be okay Just needed one more moment to hold him tight and tell him i would never leave him Just needed one more moment to say goodbye
People wonder Why it is teens Are so suicidal here Is it because They are confused They are being forced Into a shell They are basically invisible To the eye of society
there she was laid out on a dusty bed still as a rock sleeping because the thoughts in her head never seemed to stop oh look, prince charming handsome as ever
A 16-year-old died last night And he felt no Love Only the Darkness His life consisted of His mantra to the world Was, "Reveal the truth!" However when it came He sought to delude
“It’s a girl.” The doctor said Holding the squirming babe up to show her to her father. Immediately, he tries, and fails, to hide the blue balloons. “She’s a girl.” Her cousins state,
In a world of darkness lived a girl lonely and depressed. Suicidal? Yes. She nevver wanted to be. Everyone she knew blamed her. For Everything. Their problems. Them losing things. Being Late. It had nothing to do with her.
Oh no! Today was the day You murdered a whist Who stole the skunk With your own two fists You have blood on the bed And brains on your shoes You must drive yourself
Sitting on the floor,Our hands interlocked, pulling,My eyes watering, The anger in his eyes,The suffering, the madness,The gun between us.
I extracted myself from my family…...from my friends. I calmly plucked away, little by little, my involvement, my presence…...my existence. To no apparent end my soul grew darker than the pits of hell.
Spiteful Mind, Masochistic Nature, Why must you be here? Black Outs, Red Rivers, Why must you come so often? Broken Soul Crushed Heart, How am I still alive?
It has started, the final battle. This struggle of emotions, that slowly takes over Everything comes to halt, a stand still, a dead puls, all the struggle But it should not hurt this much.
Cinderella mops the floors. Cinderella has more chores To pamper, aid, and then protect The evil sisters that make her a wreck. Smiling through a crowd of tears, She hands them dresses as they cheer.
She’s locked me in this maze again How she laughs at my pain! I know of the sins she does commit To escape I shall find proof of it! Twists and turns mar the path But reward awaits my grasp.
She didn't know why Her anti-suicide talks Wouldn't work on her.
Cut me open like you do those scars on your wrists. You use to hate the sight of blood, But now the sting and crimson oozing from your wrist has become your favorite addiction.
In an adverse reality I'm sure we could live in harmony. I'm sure an oasis will sprout With naked men & women Deer & birds roaming alike, Conjoined by the gayness within
She feels like a ghost among the living With no destination or purpose, A mind so big deserves much more then Be simply unnoticed by many. One more step, and she falls on her feet
In a world without magic and a world without wonder the princess Aurora Fell deep into slumber She slipped away, unnoticed Into the deepest of sleep. But couldn't be woken
I'm writing, recording, hustling trying to get paid. My future brighter than the sun no wonder why they throw shade. I am my own person. Still trying to find myself because I'm not certain, of who I am.
Once upon a time, There was a beautiful girl. Her hair smelled of rotten pine, Skin rotting off in whirls. "Beauty," the Prince said
I don't belong I'm broken. I can't understand It's unfathomable. I scare myself By being me. I want to kill this life Its not worth living. I'm always sorry For your struggle.
Every breath I exhale Every time I close my eyes I'm met with the conclusion That I'm done with life. It's hard to see sometimes Through my blurry vision Obscured by depression Hidden by the nightime
She is perfect; slim, beautiful, and more. She’s not perfect; large, ugly, even less. She is perfect; rude but never a bore. She’s not perfect; depressed; nothing I guess.
Face plant off the third floor The blood splatter paints a pretty picture of why he didn't matter And who's sadder the committer or his encouragers Such a shame he had no one around to feel his hurt
Girl hospitalized in bed Mother wishing that her little girl wasn't death Doctors are saying that she's gone Mother won't believe it and starts singing her a song Mommy is here you don't have to go
The sun shines brighter I'm a true fighter I'm no longer alone I've finally found home I know I mean something I've found my voice and now I can sing I know that [people love me
Don't you feel the noose of night slowly tightening around your thoughts. Sufficating you slowly. You hold a blade in your hand slashing at the silence that hides it all... the things you never said
I swallow the pills, I chase them with the vodka given to me on my birthday 5 months ago. The tears stop Everything slows down My heart begins to slow down
I am angry I am angry at the word Society I am angry that people still think Anorexia is just for girls and I am angry at the term "Pro Ana."
i cry and i get nostalgic scrolling through old facebook photos each click opens an old wound every comment a shatter of the heart because i miss the girl i used to be. Long hair and a smile
There are days when I feel Alone, That no one simply cares. Perhaps if I were to die their lives would be on pause. For a moment, And maybe, just maybe they would grieve
A room made of darkness, Pitch black so I can't see. The haunting moan of loneliness, in the distance, it calls for me. What once was full of light and the occasional flicker of pain,
Not one could conceive Such incapable instant Merely just a fair boy Average as the corner store Which not a shining soul laid eyes upon
I let you inside of my brain, didn't understand why you caused me pain, I find myself waking up in the middle of the night, Trying desperately to feel alright, There is lead in my bones,
There are nights I imagine my body hanging from the ceiling fan.
Her hand reaches out As his pulls away Grasping air Grasping nothing “Don’t…” She whispers Desperation near
She Wanted by Z. Alarcon She wanted arms to hold her, Not hands to behold her Dark days, long nights; Through it all, she sat
TICK. TICK. Time is running out. tick. nobody is around. tick. Someone is coming. I must hurry
The windows to the soul are dark I see They’re tinted with the night of hope that’s lost And shattered, clinging piece to shattered piece While trying to hide the convoluted mess
They say suicide is painless, but is it? Your life has ended yet you only passed your pain to others. You look down at your wheeping friends and family. You want to comfort them but you're dead, remember?
I sit here Scared and alone Am I loved? I ponder I hear someone call for me in the distance No, it couldn't have been I shake my head and look at the stars My tears glisten in the moon-light
One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four. Knees weak, I'm laying on the floor. Blood drips, to life come all my fears. "Is it all over?" scream all my tears. It seeps through the rug, bright red.
You say that you have nothing left to live forLike all your sand has run down your hourglass figure and you don't have a choiceLike all you've ever live for and done is just dust in the wind, waiting to be blown awayForgottenWhich is to say that i
"Go kill yourself" Okay What would you say if I did it Can't take back what you've written You're like a snake And I got bitten You think I won't make my bed And lie in it?
All the dark colors, Bind me to the ground, Trapped with the memories I hate and fear the most. Burn me to ashes, And when the wind blows, My death is everywhere. All the dark colors,
She is light Living, moving light She is fire Dancing, flickering, untouchable One may try to grasp her But if he holds onto her too long He may wish he hadn't at all She is darkness
In my dreams, I always met the same man Who always went by the name of Dan. He never existed before, yet never existed then. He doesn't exist now, and he will never exist again.
Two tickets, for a train to down under.
i'm sorry i was the disappointment i'm sorry i could never figure my shit outi'm sorry i was such an embarrassment i'm sorry i can't fix myselfi'm sorry i'm the reason for your paini'm sorry i thought i matter i'm sorry i thought i could do someth
i may as well be a dead roseno one dares to water or revive just to throw out with this weeks disasters and garbage my thorns are fighting those who try to stop me but they aren't strong enough to keep me alive. they may protect me but they can ne
Like a little kid When the lights go out My soul is dark and scary This there is no doubt My brain wages a war it cannot face
You told me once that you were fine I told myself you were right, you’d never lie I know now where i went wrong Seeing you today was the reminder you are gone
Perhaps we are all blind sometimes. Our vision becomes shrouded in the pitch-black darkness of our own rotten words. Our blood turns cold, emerald with envy.
as the woman who brought me into this world lay still in the bath tub , she moved, arms suspended in the water, ears just above the line.
He was always a sucker for a pretty face They're always a sucker for a pretty face He took me to a place and fed me full of liquor and drugs He watched as I got sick on myself He got me a glass of water
Standing up with my clothes drenched My palms face up were crimson red Another gory episode of my self destruct mission replayed I could feel the curtains of doom closing in The shores of death were appealing to me
Mechanical gears grinding in a damp room beneath the surface Metal on metal , ear piercing racket , the noise resonates within Yet remains muted from above
I was born from drug addicted parents, but no one saw me. I father killed himself when I was at the age of two, but no one saw me. My mother was mentally ill and abusive, but no one saw me.
4 AM Is too early. But 12 AM is too late. I do what I gotta do, But I'm about to call it quits. Pull the trigger and splatter my whit.
Sitting in class with my Victoria Secret perfume of Temptation and in my new letterman jacket. I’m on the honor roll, valen victorian of my class, and engaged, not in some ostensible straitjacket.
Content notice: Violence against people of color, people with disabilities, trans wimmin, and gender nonconforming people; allusion to suicide, sexual violence, and genocide. End of content notice.
Listen Yes I killed myself I once was weak But now I'm strong Listen No It's not your joke To laugh about I almost died Listen No You wouldn't joke About a war
America the beautiful, the broken The late night party, he takes advantage When she wakes up, she feels the damage There are no repercussions for his evil deed
Just because they smile doesn't mean they're happy Cause when you look away, it fades away sadly When they say they're okay, don't think that they're fine Cause containing suffering is best done through lies
She starves herself to only look as skinny as the girl standing next to her, She forces herself to binge and purge and binge and purge, a vicious cycle that not only eats away at her body,
it was here that I fell in love trapped in the salty waves, burning my skin with the most gentle touch ripples that altered images dancing in my vision from an emerald sea to the clearest blue sky
I cant do this anymore, Death is knocking upon my door. I cut deeper and deeper, I see the eyes of the real Grim Reaper. I wield my blade like a weapon in defense,
It is four o’clock in the morning And I do not have to look at the glowing numbers beside me to know the time. Every night, it is the same routine: Close my eyes, try to sleep, and wake up even more exhausted.
A broken boy, a battered girl Soil from which the fern uncurl. From two lives, were seeped in pain Somehow we found our hearts again. A world of darkness, two specks of light
Dark, cramped, and alone
My bed has always played savior as I sought refuge from my thoughts, seeking asylum from my sanctioned brain, I thought secrecy was my only option. I thought a safe haven was where I dreamed covered in dark sheets to hide the blood that I bleed.
My thirteen reasons why Life pushed me stronger to survive One. Served for a few years , Some very holy regulars came in They said I've been gaining weight
Your treatment of me Testament to hypocrisy Remains of a once treasured now shattered oath scar both body and soul. None have shown me a thousand Hells the way you did, oh how far you did fall
Every day I see not the land of the free Not here where children on the streets unkind beg for scraps Our government, the wolf in sheep’s clothing, giving the illusion of help
There used to be a time she only listened to the sweet harmony, but the lullaby won't seem to stop dancing on her tongue. She murmurs the verses at the slow beat of her heart
In America, we are free To do what we wish Thus, with joy we cry And oh how we pray That freedom has not died For if she dies we are lost
She wore the smile, she played the part. She hid her feelings deep within her heart. She put on a show, faked her smile. Her feelings and actions are becoming idle. No one knew, and no one cared.
At least They can’t hear what goes on in my head At least They can’t see The tears I have shead At least
My Favorite Place Taylor N Many other’s favorite places lie, They make it seem as if things will never go wrong. Like when it’s warm outside,
How does the narration convey the idea that Meursault is a simple man to the reader? He’s not He’s not He’s not He’s not He doesn’t have access his emotions He’s taking it day by day
She's the type of girl That everyone would desire Long hair, beautiful So many do admire But what you see on the outside Really doesn't matter Cause she's hurting inside Ready to die
The pain of the cuts in the bleed and the bleeding in my cuts, the sorrow's rush. Explain to what is happening, this unknown feeling of the pulse of a dying heart. Because I gave you my all. What makes it worse is that you left me to fall.
Life has never been easy for meI've began to state the question,To be or not to be?I have become numb.
brokenand I refuse to bealive and energizedbecause who I am issuffering everydayby drowning my sorrows in alcohol,but nothing changeseverything can be overin one small instant
no one will ever love me that’s why I hopelessly stare into the sea I tell you I don’t care, I telly ou I’m fine It’s all via text, in reality I’m on my third bottle of wine And my head won’t stop spinning
The same song Sung by people who wouldn't want you To hate yourself The same song Sung by people who wouldn't want you To hurt yourself
“Relief is here, no more tears.” They say as I try to disappear. I don’t understand why they care I wish they’d leave me alone instead. They want me home, they want me safe. When all I want is to escape.
Starlight, stage fright All the lights on stage are bright. Acting, packing A home for an actress is slacking. Down stage, up stage Everything feels the same Roses, poses She feels overexposes.
Taking a deep breath and jumping off the ledge or cutting my wrists with a straightedge seemed to be the only way out Thats just the way I saw it Suicidal tendencies cured by a make believe afterlife
i do a lot of staring staring at the computer screen staring at the ceiling staring at my hands when hurt them staring at my feet when i bruise them
I tried. My words don't come out as easy anymore Yet my tears can tell stories My face like an open book So no- I am not fine I never was I tried.
As I lay awake at 3 in the morning, laying there remembering the good days. Where i didn't have to worry, the days where I didn't stress the days when the nights seemed less scary.
Having a mental ilness is like walking blindfolded in a forest You can never rest, you feel you can count on no one Because your brain tells you there is no one It says: "You don't have any friend but me"
The flame caught like blue ink to parchment You were polish on oak boards Now I coil at the touch of such a man I only see one escape It ends with a crack
Anna is the smell of oatmeal with pears and strawberries Illegal in the eyes of the judiciaries More hot and heavy than every star in Aries Anna and I held hands in eighth grade "Your hands are sweaty."
You call to me in the night, A silent black monolith of blue light, Looming in my waking thoughts and dreams, Punching buttons and tapping strings, The world I think is dull and grey,
She wants to be deadBecause of all the words she hears.She never tried to fight the lies that were said.The lies come in many forms; some were read others were heard.The sad part is its not just her who have to fight the wordsThe words that feels
Death So many timesit'll be that fixationleaving me torpid
Sometimes I think, I think a lot. I’ve never had a moment without melancholy thought. I ask what it’s like to die, or how one could do it. I think about life, and how I’ll get through it.
She's suicidal, Finally done, Looking up to their idols, Chest feels like a ton, Slowly losing vitals, It's no longer fun, The endless cycle. She's not the only one,
The ink of laughter painted across my rib Flat beyond opinion, Line below a beat. representing a break, the breath, a life. The greens and blues of circles and spaces of stars and faces
When you jokingly say “ohmygod I hate you!” And I say laughing “I hate me too so it’s all good” You may be joking, but I’m not
It feels like yesterday It all happened to quick I cry from it still Why did you have to go So young So bright So handsome So sweet The pain to know
My bestfriend thinks this is a myth, -didn't really have the heart to tell her that it's real, and that I've experienced it. I mean, I guess I kind of told her,
I live in fear That one day One day We will die No, not just one All of us. I Live in fear Knowing that
Coming from the continent of Africa Born into a family from Paris, Tennessee. My name is Darice
Click goes the shutter, Flash goes the light, She tells you, "Don't blink!" But you just might.
The time that i didn't come home for a day was because I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought that meaby if i disapeared my family was going to be happy. That my mom was going to be happy
There once was a little bird Who just wanted to fly “Spread your wings and leap,” The other birds told her,
They say we’re all unique Each perfectly imperfect But I see nothing good in my reflection My head fills with self-loathing Never pretty enough
Glad It’s Over. Because it was closer than the celebrities for me. He died. Then he died. Then he died. And it all piled up.
A mother hatred for a child is like a gunshot to the heart. A father absence is like a never ending nightmare. A grandmother dying wish, is like having your soul be taking away from you from God himself
Today, it finally hit me; that moment of realization. I remember the days in my life that were so horrible and low. I remembered the moment, but not the feeling.
Once upon a time there was a girl who dug for Dino bones in her front lawn and had short wavy curls. She feared teenagers and drowning in the deep end of the pool.
A year ago, Songs, songs were just songs. Songs that were tunes to jam to. We had songs, Certain songs. Mostly 90s alternative songs. Songs that when I heard them made a warm rain the perfect dance floor.
it was anonymous, her name was never said, but i knew, my pain knew, without finishing the Message: because We had spoken about it before, my voice burning with love
I held the whole bottleof little rose colored tablets.I slowly turned on the cdthat my youth pastorhad given to me. Maybe if I listen
I see an empty body I see empty eyes I feel the cold skin I hear desperate lies He sits too still His car in park His telephone buzzes Flashes light, then dark
There was a girl that I once knew With golden hair and eyes of blue, Laughter that caused stomach aches Compassion that could never break. Friend's and family's hearts would flood
I am the perfect boyfriend The solution To all of life’s problems Her soulmate
He was Alone Noone to see, No one to feel Never looking up only feeling down He couldn't take it any longer. After 13 years of feeling nothing He decided he wanted to do something
As I’m lying stiff in my bed, Listening to the empty streets, Absorbing the buzzing of tiny insects, And analyzing the peaceful swishing of leaves As they sway back and forth in the wind, I inhale.
I am depressed In this messThat I carved my life into,Into this dark abyssWhere I miss The stars zooming around my faceMusic hurrying up their pace
Blood I can smell it on your sheets. I can see it in your eyes, I hear it in your voice. I know that I've lost you I can tell
If only you were here, You would have been able to kiss me goodbye Wish me luck and try your best not to cry As I drove off to learn and live alone Instead, I had to tell your tombstone If only you were here,
I’ve never had stitches.Though my efforts to scratch my itching bones
I can't handle this pain it clouds my eyes I'm going insane waiting for my demise I'm seeing double vision picking apart my skin with great precision a game I cannot win
she has a universe engraved on her wrist and stars in her eyes with her dreams plastered across her figure she is an infinite expanse a world unexplored
we were happy once back when we were but children, giggling at the minute moments innocent, but ignorant. not yet accustomed to the term depression
Our principal announced it on a Tuesday, His somber tone echoing through the hallways. The boy I loved was never coming back again, Something awful had happened to him.
My Depression said to say hello, and that she's sorry we've never formally met, she said she was too disgusted by me to bring me any sooner, that I was a horrible creature that had hope, and she had to make sure every last
Do you ever get that feeling The feeling of wanting to fly But your wings are broken Every word unspoken Do you ever get that feeling The longing desire to run But your legs are paralyzed Your nerves are tranquilized Tell me the truth As my so
"Fuck." "I want to die," I say. "I wasn't supposed to let it get this bad again," I say. As if I have any choice in the matter. As if my brain isn't the traitor here.
Who was it that hurt you I wish I could make you ok Who made you feel you couldn't be I wish you would shine like early may I wis these words wouldn't make you break Who was it that hurt you
If I could go back and do it all again who would I be? Would I still be me? Would I have stood up for that kid, or would I have just hid? He needed me
heavy eyes placed in a heavy skull slowly close and don't open heavy with pain heavy with sadness heavy with despair a heavy heart more than an expression heavy with loss
pierce my skin with your silver blade tongue you weapon of madness with cold metal lines and warm red taste pale piercing pain into flushed bliss soft pink clouds float
The pain started in his head, bouncing between his ears like a bullet richocheting through a tunnel. Soon enough the pain slithered down his throat and into his lungs, clinging and growing like a fungus.
It was all one big jump back in time. And those bad people, All the bad they did, And there she was helpless. Doing what she do best. Taking "it"
How can you live? You. You who want More than anything to die You say that each day you look in the mirror With a knife blade held Ready to kill You speak of bedsheets and blood
No breath Silently weep A shattered heart yet with no sound I'm torn Look down You don't belong The world is too cruel for angel It's time Goodbye
I am a twisted thing, broken and torn in places. Like the grass I continue to grow. The cutting down, being stepped on and poisioned. It has left me bitter, jagged and dull.
The leaf begins to fall and the blade becomes red. My heart dies for her. I see what could have been,
I took one too many I hope it will make me better. I need to have plenty; Maybe even twenty To make me better.
I found a faded photograph Of my grandparents Not the grandparents you’ve met My grandmother who died of cancer The one I’m named after My biological grandfather who killed himself
I sat there waiting to be hugged by the sweet arms of death. I sat there awaiting the clock to strike twelve and for my fairytale to end.
Children of God in the youth psych ward walking like the dead lights in the windows too high to reach black pits in your stomach where you swear your Soul used to be
Dreadful Dreadful In every cell Dreadful Daughter Lives in hell Dreadful Dreadful You cant tell Dreadful Daughter Fakes it well Dreadful Dreadful Hear her knell?
You say all this stuff that you hate about yourself.
I stop. The blade freezes. Change, there is so much That has changed. Adulthood is near, I don´t find joy in stupid things, I have grown. Physically, mentally, but my emotional growth lacks.
I'm the lifeless kid, The one sitting in the corner, One wrist stained red, One hand controlling the knife. But no one cares to ask, They all sit there to laugh. Where's the fun in that?
The sun may rise everyday, Birds may sing,Flowers may bloom, A perfect picture of life.Tick, tick, tick,Time moves slowly when you're nervous.Nervous about yourself.Nervous about the pain.Nervous about what they’ll say today.Anxiety builds up insi
I was stuck in this 3AM daydreamwhere the music was faded through water,and I couldn't hear my screams. I was caught in a cage with all borders closed. Tolerance was terrifying, but I already knew.
A year ago today The end of October A happy girl stood on a scale and saw the number had dropped Joy filled her! Soon she had to buy all new jeans because all of hers were to big Size 8! Isn't that great!
It’s almost impossible to weed out the roots you planted in me The seeds of hope that you’d get better The promises that you weren’t going to leave us
You left me when I needed you the most, you died when I was so young,now you're just a ghost.
Yes I am broken and bruised, Yes willingly, I love the abuse, Yes the nights are long There’s not enough distractions in the day, Yes the reasons to leave Outweigh the reasons to stay,
nothing lying awake except one. lying. huff of thought
Trying to write what i feel Putting emotions into words Trying to explain these things I dont even know what they are When the words won’t come out
I’m going to keep on writing until I cannot write kind of like I’ll keep on seeing until I lose my sight.
When assigning colors to things, I think that: Logic is black against white and white against black.
*DISCLAIMER + TRIGGER WARNING* *This was written purely by imagination and personal experience, but in no way is this poem about me. This poem also holds a trigger warning so please be safe and careful.*
One with rainbow hair and one with golden eyes. A high school project turned sweet
As a kid I loved swimming It was something That made me happy As I grew My love For immersion Became fear As I realized The mental horror Of drowning
Why is it that the more recovered I think I am, The happier I seem, The more I smile, The more open I am... Why is it that, inside, things might just be getting worse? It's a trick,
You will wish to have called just once more To have heard their voice once more To have held their hand when it wasn’t cold To have hugged them tighter the last time you saw them
On Monday, she’s weary, teary, and unsure. She is sure that she’ll be able to fake a smile, but unsure if her friends and family will know it’s fake.
Pressure gets at everyone So much to get going Wheels turn fast in the mind More and more getting crammed in Spinning faster and faster Until you break And you fall Speaking out is scary
Writers suffer from a chronic parasite; it is called writers block. They are discouraged yearly from writing due to the failure of the workshops.
Tears roll down from eyes to the ground; They tickle my cheeks and chin, yet I am not smiling. As my face becomes wet; my hands become soaked
You're not even a thing! I can't even touch you! You cause my sleepless nights and my early wakeups! You're always there! lingering at my bedside singing a lone note in the darkness!
Raise your hand if you’ve ever fucked up I mean, really fucked up Like, instead of falling off the cliff you dove And instead of hitting rock bottom you crashed into Hell.
She came and went. as if it were easy for all of us to stand back and watch. Faster, slower, stop. the water continued dripping collecting cascading towards
Image: Aging Hourglass by Muskan Srivastava She is cold on the ground, I think. Her body has not reached decomposition, yet And that is good for the funeral director.
You were my life and, my light. Then came that cold, dark night Now the only time i see your face is in the pictures of this old place Without you, i dont know what to do Why did this happen to you?
Did you know that child and teen suicide rates are at an all time high, right now? That suicide is the 2nd most popular cause of death for 13-17 year old boys and girls?
This is goodbye. Goodbye to the changing trees, Who always have an opinion on life. Goodbye to the pack of wolves, Who always try to rip me apart.
She wakes up to the cries of her hungry child. Another night another hungry tummy experience. She hobbles to her baby’s cot, And feeds her from a dry breast, Before taking a cup of dirty water,
Have you ever met someone, And thought that it was for real, And that the friendship would last forever? Have you ever had that person stab you in the back? Or lie straight to your face?
A mask of lies Forges her ultimate disguise A smile Glimmering with false joy Inside she's just a toy A toy to her anxiety and depression
Kneeling against these creaky doors,Lazily carving incisions,To take back my skin from the pain,Then I decided to spew out,A chalice of apparent relief,And fall into the puddle,Letting the tears benumb the stench,My insides clenched onto the despa
I was eight years old when someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. I said, I want to be a singer. I want to be pretty, I want to be popular.
A girl. Eleven years old. Same girl. Twelve years old. Same girl. Fourteen years old. Same girl. Eighteen years old. What do they have in common? They have brown hair. They love to sing.
Awake choking, Bathe crying, Walk limping, Become deserted, And you'd understand why suicide is prevalent, It's just another way out of this claustrophobic world, Some times fate takes too long,
The scratchy noose around your neck, A short, endless jump. All that you have ever been, Ending with one step. A future, distant, bright, untouched, Never to be lived.
Please stay I've watched as the things that I loved fell away And sometimes I struggle to make it through every day
Image: Les bons et les mauvais jours by Magnetic
Missing before the night I left, Invisible to those around me, Lost in my own world, Trying to survive on my own, Trying to be noticed, Trying to reach out and beg someone for help.
when you find yourself on the precipice imagining a romanticized image of the stars dimming and the earth stopping its spinning you are quite wrong my love in thinking that because you lose conciousness
Image by Ted Pim Daddy, why’s mommy crying? Daddy, why’s mommy locked in her room? Daddy, where’d mommy go? “Mommy’s feeling sad today, feeling tired today; mommy’s going away for a while.
You never know, never see can never really tell for sure because everyone has different limits everyone has different heights and even if it's not bad for you it might be bad for them.
I can speak I can stare I can try to comfort Try to imagine I still have yet to comprahend A choice that was made A choice I have thought of many times
Relentless in his pursuit, Death is the one suitor I cannot resist.Like most men who court me, hedoesn’t know the definitionof no, but he has only ever treated me holy-a thing I have always yearned for
YOU laugh as YOU push her down insulting her size, pointing out all her flaws while she lies on the grown This is a daily thing for YOU and YOU don't even know her name, everyday you wait for her after school to tease her as if she's the blame, Sh
you hear the wind breezing through the forest around you and the crickets chirping almost mournfully in déja vu finally you hear a horn screaming
Those few weeks before I knew something was wrong From the music he was listening to To his dearly departed smile That day he didn't show up again Why He'd been there Before
Left alone , all aloneyet the house is full she faked her smile because with eher xeprience she believedthe world was cruel ever
The butterflies will soon turn to ashes, to just an empty feeling inside, You stare in the mirror. "Take the blade," he whispers. "do it, just one cut. No one's stopping you." One cut, two.
Its just another day, My meals were a blur, I powered through day struggles, Knowing nothing different will occur, I find myself wondering if I could change my life, Make it a bit happier,
I hate the world. Especially when I find myself In an office on a hot afternoon This is not my cup of tea. I am busy talking to people I couldn’t care less about; About shit nobody cares about.
The rose is mineI cherished itIt's something sacred and uniqueSome give it up so fastGive it away at any momentTo a boy or a girl
It has been one of those days, Where I don't care if she goes or stays. Deadlines passed me by, And bosses expressed their dissapointment. It was generally a day, Of emotional excrement.
It’s all so cold lost and lonely, veiled by frost- be quiet, I’m told never speak up, no cost never any loss-
Some dreams are worse than others, but they're all the same, a passage to a better life, it's difficult to explain, whether by knife or by rope, either way, i couldn't cope,
His shoes’ soles are gone from the incessant walking. Under the scorching sun he is bathed in sweat. Armed with numerous certificates, He embarks on a futile job hunting journey.
I can run You can't hide A fortnight ago I swore you died. I watched as you burned Flesh cracked and turned black as the night. Not a star in sight. I watched you melt away
The night ends faster than we realize.
Girl How are you tonight? A shield made of dark brown hair You tremble, turning away Are you cold? Girl You've stopped talking The light from your eyes has faded
When I was a young age of four, I wanted to understand why the other kids could run faster and l o n g e r than I could. When I was six, I did not know why the big, bad
i’m becoming what i hate i’m becoming who i fear hanging on another day holding out another year so three cheers for self improvement
When did you realize that there was nobody you needed but yourself? How could you tell that you would always be there and that they would not? When you find yourself unable to rise in the morning unable to turn the faucet on to clean your face una
silent breaking, day by day against my will, I run away afraid of those I used to trust one breath away from giving up Hope seems but a vague memory
Failure.Seven letters perfectly construed to describe my very existence. Misunderstood.Four syllables that boom in my ears, deafening the good thoughtsthat are now few and far between.
The flirtatious girl who’s so insecure. With her light green eyes that always end with a blur.
im really rather fond of drivingof moving, while not moving muchof possessing the power to annihilatebut using it for meandering about andgoing to mcdonalds
Suffering for years before taking every insult in full Sobbing, Screaming From The Pain Finally found a way to send the agony away that awaits me with each passing day
Can someone please tell me why this world is so full of words I can't understand Why I can't comprehend please lend me a hand so I can understand how to be your friend
Do you make wishes at 11:11Do you plan from 11:09 When your hope bubbles over andAll of your troubles and desires File into a line where the biggest dream races practicality for a spot in the frontAnd converts to words soon to be evaporated into a
I became a poet when I was born I became an artist when I died Putting ink to the paper helped me feel what was inside As a babe I saw everything around me I'd lose sleep so as not to miss a thing
I'm trying to live, but end up merely existing.. I don't know what to do any more. I'm stuck inside myself reaching for a door that no longer opens and i am becoming hoarse from screaming..
Young boy walks home from school, It’s been a long day, The other kids can be so mean, He just wants to feel okay, Young boy is so tired inside, So he puts on a mask to hide,
She wears a shimmering skin of silicon and lace. Reflected in a silver screen is the soft curve of her face. Her eyes are lit from within with a gentle buzzing glow, but their soft shine conceal a pain no one will ever know.
If we live everyday with the blinds closed, we will never notice if the sun has set or if the moon has risen, rather life takes a standstill.
Life is so precious, beyond what we can see. So you must stay positive, and that is the key. Ending your life will not make the storm better, it only ends the chance for better weather.
There were dolphins on the ceiling, their grey bodies in greenish waters, dancing through shadows cast by artificial moonlight
On the day my sibling chose the rope A woman came to the door After dad cut him down I listened to his chest There was no beat
The red ink is beautiful, It oozes from dark to light, Brought upon this clean slate With a sharp quill that glints in the moonlight. Gliding along the paper, The sharp quill glows,
The one who calls from a certain side, Tells all who bow before them will be free. I have seen what bowing before death has done, It almost took my life away from me. For fiery passions and endless sadness,
Suicide as easy as a knot in a rope as easy as an overdosage of pills suicidal thoughts run though my brain crash and burn its ruining my dreams death isnt the way to go
OPEN LETTER TO MY MOTHER –
no matter what you say or do it will never be enough not what they're looking for so your feelings, they're ignored they're a lie just like you just because you're a liar too
Only so many times a heart can tear So why did it? None of you were there Hard to think that You'd believe all their lies It left me tongue tied So I cried
He stares at his ceiling It's half past four It's paranoia he's feeling He looks at his door No one will come Yet, he still tries to run Away from his demons They scare him a ton
Good morning, they say And I'll say it back But I still desire unconsciousness Not because I need the rest Although I do But I stay on my feet anyway Aware of my struggle to
She cannot tell them what she feels Nor what she thinks in her tortured mind Because if she does she knows how it will look And deep down inside she cares what you think of her
You are a good thing. You are the poems that you devour and that you dream of creating. You are every piece of art that you love, You are a piece of art.
You're not who you used to be. You know that. I know you do. But you also don't know who you used to be. You were never strong-willed and you were never really happy.
Why don't I just kill myself? Already you're worrying, letting out a moan And Questioning my mental health As you dial 911, Fearing that I'll soon be a dial tone
Why don't I just kill myself? Already you're worrying, letting out a moan And Questioning my mental health As you dial 911, Fearing that I'll soon be a dial tone
I thought about you then I wanted to fight for you I didn't want it to end I thought about you then I wondered how you were doing, I meant to call, to tell you that I missed you
What is left after we go our separate ways? Never to see each other again, When once we saw each other everyday. after all the words are spoken, The things that they said that left me broken.
She wore it to his funeral, But it’s also the aura of her soul. It’s murder in cold blood; she stabbed him 27 times. It’s the colour of hearts breaking apart, The colour of death and imperfection.
I can stop at any time, I don’t need it. I just want it. The needles, the pills… The crystal, the shrooms… The dust, the dragon… My tabs, my acid… My herbs and my rock… I like the warmth,
Across the scarlet horizon she stares, Her motivation gone, she no longer cares. Closer and closer to the edge she creeps, “He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t want me,” is all she speaks.
You may be wondering How your pain goes unnoticed. Feeling like you're screaming, And nobody is even looking in your direction. How is it possible That nobody hears?
How much longer can I hold on? Hold on to this reality, The smiles that I place On my usually tiered face. Hold on to this image that you see A confident girl that is happy.
Mike, I met you at a rave after months of feeling so alone in such a big place You made me feel pretty You showed me off to your friends even though we had just met
Mike,I met you at a rave after months of feeling so alone in such a big placeYou made me feel prettyYou showed me off to your friends even though we had just metYou made me feel cared aboutWe became best friends and started spending every second t
She is a brick amongst rubble. Poisoned by melon and hollyShattered by the remains of melancholy Shattered is thy word that was never releasedFractured by teardrops which needlessly ceasedDid thy holy breath breathe away thy sin? Did I invite da
can’t tell people anything they think i’m crazy i guess i am but all i need is someone to listen and understand without having to plead
The men march on ceaselessly into battle;Rifles strapped,Boots cleaned meticulously,Trained for the unknown war.
A candle is lit in the windowA year after the darkest of daysEvery song played upon the radioTorments the soul in the saddest of ways.
There was this time I wanted to die, nobody listened, and bitterly angry tears flowed as I cried alone. Then I found a notebook and a pen, I remember the first stroke, feeling human again. Oh how I wanted to die.
I plant my feet slowly and reach out all around Fingertips brushing up against the thoughts in my head They seem to scream but my lips are bound Shushing them, I see my mind was mislead
Oh God. How did I get here The world has grown to big I've only grown in fear This morning. I swear it was this morning. I woke in my mothers' arms I was so big then.
When Robbin Williams died,Suicide,My family sighed saying, that's just how things are sometimes.
Sometimes the darkness overwhelms me, constricting my lungs until I forget what it's like to breathe deeply. Sometimes the darkness consumes me, eating away at my happiness
There is yellow caution tape around my wrist. It is the only thing that stands out in this pristine white bathroom that feels more like
You stepped out of love with me, baby as I tumbled out of love with myself, baby as you tried to claw the pills from my shaky
I held my champagne glass high A man made a witty toast, We all laughed in agreement. And then we raised the liquid to our lips As I looked around the vast living room,
when i was about to suicide when i was about to kill myself you stayed around me so i'd stopped feeling worthless-myself. do you know what you'd said? you said that i matter.
You let a chair fall sideways, and you let a rope do you wrong. A basket filled with gratitude is now a basket filled with garbage.
I'd felt along the streams of scars upon her arms And whispered, asking her, is she sure they are stretch marks Only then did I realise children are just as brave as adults
“Melancholy is the happiness of being sad” -Victor Hugo
I am sinking. I am sinking, and I can't remember - where I started or why I am here? The azure Sky, the open Sky Open. I scent the Earth in myself . . . I am sinking.
Staring up at the midnight sky, hear the quiet passing by. We can't get those thoughts out of our head, so we keep them in until we are dead. Twinkling stars that are shining so bright,
Not to rain on your parade But I’m not the fragile crybaby you think I am. You see, Suicidal thoughts weight a ton I trek through concrete jungles With 500 pounds of loneliness on my backpack,
Join me here, my love In the place where flowers grow Side by side, let us stand, my love And take one last final bow Where the grass grows green And the sky blooms blue
The nightmares don't end when I turn on the light, My thoughts prevent me from my rest in the night, So harsh and so cruel not a good thing to say, They leave me so nervous to take on the day,
Self-control Death seer’s gift that makes me write A wronged wing takes right flight I could not see a life as beautiful as this to end with a left turn
No birth after life New birth is after death The cleanser The self-kill Our natural calling Natural self-loathing
7 weeks since6 letters2 spellings1 deadI'm alive Her name meant“pure beauty”but nothing beautiful comes from the soundof my,hers,our name. The two syllables of a seemingly innocent name turns myheart into a tornado,my mind into a volcano. Her name
Late night conversations make you learn a lot about the people you thought you knew, with liquor savored on our lips, and the night sky above, everything seemed infinite.
Dead, dead, is she ahead? Did she quit while she was ahead?
Death is the Greatest Truth Do tell me why you left? Each night I stare up at the ceiling and I’m tempted to scream your name, After all, you did this to me, didn’t you?
When you ask me, "Are you okay?" I want to say no, I want to say that I'm breaking inside, That I'm a shattered piece of this human being I used to be,
He draws with silver And it comes out red Neat Clean lines Cover most of his body He tries to go deeper Fear of failure
Pain Some people hate it Avoid it heavily Others enjoy it Seek it out I myself am the latter Physical pain I can control
Keep your sleeves down Keep your hood up Keep your voice quiet Keep your silence overwhelming They’re never notice you The see what they want
When you welcome the pain It stops hurting It becomes nice When you cause it yourself You can control it You feel it better
Why is it That i feel most alone Surrounded by people? Why is it I feel most unwanted When people say they love me? Why is it
You can stitch my skin But not my heart You can mend my wounds But not my mind You can heal the surface But not deep down
I am a tight rope walkerarms out, muscles tense, fighting gravitycrowds gather to watch my fall I am a ship in a bottle trapped behind a wall of glassyearning for a sea I was not made for
Laughter, Light, I smile so bright. I've fooled you again, One more time. This is the night, I can't take anymore. I have done this, All before, If I scream & cry, No one will hear. So I'm sat here silent, Drowning in fear. I can't do this,
Here’s to the girl The girl that used to smile and laugh A light in the room and flower in the dark Who now lays on the floor of the chapel with tears in her eyes Here’s to the girl
i guess this is what happens when people get too close they see i am too much i am nothing but suffering i consume the love i try to give gets engulfed back into me with the brutal force of rejection
To those ready to leave, your coats are being washed It seems something's spilled on them and now you have to stay At least until I'm finished saying what I need to say
I feel neglected by the hearts that surround me, I'm trying to use my words to communicate But nothing seems to appear I feel so vacuous with no one to call friend,
You don't need my confession To know that I'm struggling with depression it follows me everywhere I go and I wish it wouldn't show I can bury my face in other things
How do I fill this void I have tried distractions and diversions But I am still a very sad person. I try not to lose my writing passion
I must say that love is a disease it can bring us to our highest so fast but destroy us all with ease And after that, not even a second do we last
PURPOSE. WHEN IT DISAPPEARS IT DRIVES YOU INTO WINDING, DARK ROADS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. THEN SLYLY WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR TO MAKE YOU THINK EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT.
On the verge you are. to show yourself even though I fight through my willingness
How ironic is it That the birth and the death Of someone is heralded in by a Cry? A cry to free the lungs, A cry to pierce the heart, A cry to signal life, A cry to signal death.
Spirit will ……never vanish. The darkest hour…upon the isle's stage. No, I simply cannot let it be so for me ever. On a desolate isle, I refuse to back down. Standing before the Lord of Flies.
She stood rocking on the edge of the world Forward lies sweet escape,one step, and it all flies away.She'll never be hurt again, and I can keep his pain at bay.
Picture painting on a smile Beautiful brushstrokes create compelling art But it hasn't been real in a while So the artistry begins to fall apart Welcome to the Illness It kills this realness
I never loved you You're better off dead Hope itself left you Father's words shouting in her head Her heart scarred deep Here's the reason why she bled Hating who I am
I hate how the word hopeimpersonates a pleasant state of being How it whispers wishful whimpers Soft promises to keep my heart beating As if I need to hold on
To My Angel, The frustration of figuring out what to wear when I was first meeting you was surreal.
It's funny, y'know? How you can know someone Know everything about them Share memories, spend countless hours with them And then one day As if out of nowhere, THe memories fade
What really sucks the most is when you pour yourself into one person who promises they won't leave, And as time goes on, You gradually drift apart by no fault of your own.
That moment When you are so scared To lose people, You keep dangerous People in your life, And no matter how much You know you should leave, You're terrified of hurting them
Pounding, Prodding, Perturbing Screaming, Screeching, Seething Throbbing, Thrashing, Trapping Repeating, Repeating, Repeating Silence. Begging for silence Doing anything for one moment of silence
Silent. Only buzzing above, soft crinkles below. Days roll by The silence, deafening. My words carry out, stretching on for miles and miles Yet no one hears Piece by piece Little by little
I've got blues Them ole crazy blues Them ole crazy blues won't leave me alone I've sat here and I've cried I've sat here and I've moaned If it wasn't for my man I wouldn't have these blues
I look across the silent room Every chair is overturned My stuff is strewn around the floor And everything is still The phone sits off its hook
Onslaught of cruelty bullying leading suicide I need my music
A knife Is so innocent with the potential for so much harm. So shiny, so pristine when maintained. I’ve imagined those knives in the kitchen, So sharp with their ebony handles, Plunged into my chest
I HANG my head low And shake it with shame How will I live with what I have done Can count on my fingers how many people Will forgive me Here I sit with perpetual pain and misery It hurts….My heart
A dark mass engulfs me I feel vulnerable and weakFor I am fearful that there is no lightBeyond the darkness that fills my lungsThoughts of death loom in the back of my mindSlowly clawing its way forward Like a spoiled child seeking attention What
When it comes to showing feelingsI hide the truth in what I say,Work for the truth if you dareFor I keep my feelings hidden away.
Food. Water. Love. Hope. People say these things keep them alive. And they do. They make life worth living. They give hu- mans the spark they need to continue on. But when they’re gone,
There we were, standing Back-to-back, fighting We could make it Our attackers stood no chance Two of us, thousands of them And yet
Unnatural selection We are deemed unfit Unsuited for the environment That’s it She screams I quit
That cruel winter day, she knew, would be filled with hate, That one, single day would determine her fate, If they smiled, or stared, How much she wishes they cared, As they laugh and call her names,
I was happy. We were happy. I don't think you know, but I heard the gun. Now, I live alone in numbness. The feeling consumes me; that's all there is. No peace. Just noise.
(Breath in Breath out). My sanity has reached its brink I take this time to sit here and think Deep thoughts Maybe even weak thoughts
There’s a monster in my bed,
Though happiness is very close, happiness is hard to find, real, true happiness. Everyone deserves happiness. I had to start taking risks without worrying about the consequences,
One word from you and I Flinch and cringe and wonder why Why must your words hurt me so? If you knew, the pain would show And then you would truly know How deep the bullet of my sorrow goes
applying for heaven purgatory is cold and bright and smells like metal. g-d’s butler will have you sit down at a crappy plastic desk
My depression is my blood A dark substance flowing through my veins It's killing me though Dragging me into a dark abyss of death Feeding on my pain and sadness Slowly killing me
Eyes red, dried tears on her cheeks; On the roof she sits with pen and paper Describing the beauty of the street lights The sound of the rustling trees
Before I take a trip, take a beat, take a breath Take stock, what I've got Is waking moments and sleeping thoughts In my head, I have music, I have stories, I have friends
Give me something to die for Bless me with martyrdom Proffer to me, the glory of a selfless end Show me a death worth dying Convince me there is a life worth living I beg to you, God-- Let me not feel guilty for
If only you had said something, If only you had told me. If only you had let me know That you wanted to be free. If only I had said something, If only I had asked you.
The empty smiles we put on every morning Like a mask, we are forced to wear it. Nobody understands the tears That lie behind our smiles Or the laugher that rings To hide our sobs.
oh hi how's it going i'm fine nevermind i'm dieing inside i'm not strong enough Just too weak but i'm supposed to be strong
When you look at him, he can feel his veins burn up, he can feel them grow weak as his blood grows stale.
He walks like he has some place to be, hurried footsteps resounding through the empty hallways. He keeps his head down, watches his feet, as if that will save him from stumbling.
Blood Sweat Tears My blood is spilt for your sacrifice Dirty to the touch You are sick with delight
When I am alone Quite often I'm thrown Violently into a mood By my pensive attitude I think of my past The time that has passed
You take the knife and you take the blade You dig it in and draw some blood But it’s time to stop, your night is made. Listen and let the tears flood.
Yeah, I was sad when Robin Williams died I sat there and watched as my whole family cried But what got me was the outrage that came from his suicide Yet, nobody cared this much when Lelah Alcorn died
We wake up every morning because they tell us to. Throwing on clothes as they see fit. We wake up every morning because they tell us to. Going to schools they see as fit.
diagnosed at twelve hold head under water swallow pills cut cut cut cut still breathing flinch when someone jokes about self harm "kill yourself" laugh it off vomit in the trash can
JR Farrell the one person i absolutely need the one person whom is everything is three since months gone to get him back i’d do
JR Farrell is the one person i absolutely need the one person whom is everything is three since months gone to get him back i’d do
I've been robbed. Robbed of all sources of light- Robbed of the light of feelings of worthiness robbed of the lights of dance and laughter robbed of the drive to seek out more lights-
rape victims they are not crazy abuse victims they are not crazy bullying victims they are not crazy drug addicts and alcoholics they are not crazy people with depression and anxiety
Can somebody take me away, To a better place, Where your skin doesn't bleed, And your eyes don't cry, And happiness lasts, More than a fleeting moment? Or does that place only exist,
In this constant burning hell. This horrendous disaster called a life, I fight on and on though nothing ever work. I only sink deeper and deeper into madness. Forever stuck in this hell
Red scars run along my arm Blood dripping down A Red River runs far And a child bathes in his pain The Red River is diluted With a single pure tear Filled with pain and possibility
The wind rushed quietly as I made my way down the backroads of my small town Picking up speed, cruising as if there was all the time in the world The sky was a lilac blanket, quiet and still
A foggy night, dizzying heights, the heady scent of the things he tries to fight Thunder crashing, his heart's thrashing, raindrops splashing, nature's might Safe and sound, enclosed around him, a resounding consequential roar
Insomnia seems to grace me With his presence each night. Loneliness often deafens me With the words he left unspoken. Anxiety holds me hostage, Invoking memories I want to forget.
green apple tiles are leaving a red check pattern on my calves, on the sides of my thighs. it’s two in the morning and the smell of cleaning fluid from when Deb cleaned the dorm
someone asks me how we survive day by day, night by night? i want to tell them that we don’t but the words taste like falsehoods on my lips because the truth is, we do survive. but we do not do it alone.
She wept As the fire danced and the smoke filled her lungs The crackles of the embers sang her a song As her essence left her body and she closed her eyes And dreamed of all the good
When I lost brother I crumbled into nothing. The sharp shards of my Heart Ripped me to ribbons. Internal bleeding. The house is silent now. That day, I knew in my gut.
The stress, it's too much. Too much on my shoulders. I can help it. Call me a coward- I'm taking the cowards way out. No escape to how I feel. They don't understand how I feel.
What is there to say when the world's gone astray? What's there to fight when the government leans right? What reason to cry when all rivers run dry? What's worth the pain once I've gone insane? It's worth the love
Softest petals, red as blood, blossoming with hate and love. Lying in a bed of snow that bends and weaves, that blooms and grows.
I'm the ugly sweater, I'm just there so you may laugh I'm the ugly sweater, I'm here on your behalf I'm the ugly sweater, I've always been the same I'm still the ugly sweater,
Why do I learn? To someday be wrong Why do I sing? Just words and no song Why do I cry? I haven't lived long Why do I struggle? With no visible end Why do I smile?
Don't give up, it get's better. Don't let those eyes get any wetter. Don't beat yourself up or tear yourself down. Don't give the world its saddest sound. Don't let your mind lose itself.
I never thought about mythical beings as being anything but legend I fought past my imagination long ago And let childish dreams die I looked at faeries and imps, goddesses and sprites Nothing but words on paper
Sticks and stonesmay break my bonesbut words will tear my skin apart. Sticks and stonesmay bruise my skinbut a bladeis what almost killed me.
Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated. Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves. We cant forgive how lonely he gets. We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.
My vision went black as I walked down my hallwayBut I wasn’t afraid,As I had been the first time it happened,And I had to sit down on the floor,Because I didn’t know why I couldn’t see
She disappeared into the abyss of self dout and self ridicule knowing she can't f**k up anymore cuz they won't be there and the nerves were eating out her insides She hated knowing that it was the end of it all.
Why do I live? That was a mystery. Does anyone know that? My face was slipping of life I had lost my way, road a shadow I do not want to breathe
Some say that pain is something that feels forever but is only there well never and depression we decide we will make our obsession
There are no words to describe the pain she felt in her heart they laughed at her in ignorance her world falling apart her family in pieces no one to help her she needed a friend
The one thing I cannot live without is myself because she is a piece of me.
Once upon a time… We had a fairytale princess I say “had” because this fairytale has a twist.
I’m not saying I need a prescription But I’ve made multiply Attempts of self-inflections, and ignoring all of life’s safety restrictions
We don't know why we're here So confused, we may want to leave All these trans folks gettin' killed here almost daily We're just trying to fit in, but instead become a pet peeve
The reaper is not made of cloth and bone nor is he male,but a wondrous young woman, tall and thin and pale. My first encounter with maiden fair
There's something wrong with my head. I don't know what – Just that it's hurting. It doesn't usually feel so full That it's fit to bursting and burning.
He arrives at his living hell,School.Tortured and taunted by bullies,Like buzzards skipping and flapping around.One bully, the Dark One’s true name.The rotten bastard and his posse,
A rigorous cohesion of the entire tristich in the memoirs of the famous poet, screaming like a madman seven exclamatory holophrases. The voiced prevocalic embracing rhyme recalls
Why does it matter Why does it matter that I can’t sleep Why does it matter that I can’t eat Why does it matter? Does it mean I’m less of a human being If I can’t see what everyone else is seeing
One mistake can suffocate The tears I've wept the nights I never slept trying so hard not to be unkept but all I do is cause a rause I have this day of dark clouds Tumultuous days gripping my life
Yelling and crying. Screaming and dying. This is the circle of my life. Why try? Every time you get happy, Life becomes crappy. This is the circle of my life.
1. If you scrape away the dirt, the granite, the roses the color of blood on pavement, it was closed casket, by the way you find a girl—
You now know the answer To my most frequent question I never dared to try Knowing I couldn’t share the information How is it?
half of me is here, I always feel watch as I disappear as I sabotage my nutrition Don't eat. there goes that voice again my lover daring me to gain a fucking pound
will They find the body? will She care? Finally. I can't get the smell out of my head The lights dance, faltering like they did over the shattered glass
Just another kid right? I just don’t understand what adolescence has to do with intelligence, because I’m talking to adult minds and I can’t believe there level of negligence.
I’ve never liked pictures of myself. It creeps me out, hundreds of years from now someone looking at a picture of me. Now a rotting body beneath them. I said i didn’t want people to remember me.
1 sound 2 dead 3 people found but 4 said 5 people entered apartment 6 and 7 bangs caused 8 screams and 9 police cars turned 1 left to anger and sadness level 10 10
Dark clouds do not creep up at night, Instead graze our minds when the sun does shine And the thoughts impale us with softened blades, Though our smile rivals the daylight, If pried and smeared away with time,
Soft as moon you walk a rope between life and death And I never know where you will fall Broken ropes bloody blades you try to scrape away the pain
All my friends are drinking their money They think it's funny Losing their money All my friends are playing with marbles don't think it's harmful losing their marbles All my friends think life is a party
My alarm clock rings Little does it know i don't dream Nor do I sleep I'm way too busy Attempting to escape my misery I'm trapped The only way out is dismay Between school and home
Suicidal poetYou died an artists death Forging perfect words With your final breath You had it all planned outEach syllable struck deep You took our breath awayAnd yet it's you that sleeps in peace
I've seen my mother cry twice-once when my dog died, and once when I tried to.
There once was a girl with the world in her plam But a blade in the other for it kept her calm In the beginning she could only crawl But then she grew strong and stood tall
Image by Moses L. Garcia Blackness, blackness Swallow me whole The tears have not come yet But they will soon be here The raw, the hurt In this darkness Dimly lit
Please answer me back I've checked my phone a million times I want to die Am I not important enough to text back? Do I mean that little to you? I'm not asking for answers!
1 2 3 4 5 6 at 6 I learned that marriage can't end well and that families can't be happy 7 at 7 I knew things that I shouldn't have. 7 I wrote stories about death and sex and murder.
I Remember when you used to be happy When I could still hold you in my arms Whenever you'd get scared you would come find me To care the monsters away.
i'm the new kid on the block the new kid on the street trying to get along trying to make end's meet sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me, yeah right.
i honestly dont know what you expected this isnt a poem you want to know how much i want attention? yeah me too.
Pushes and punches, teases and screamsNo one ever wanted to listen.No one ever wanted to really see. She gripped it- cold and silver. Sharp, stinging to the touch.
Bite your lips; your words are robbery. You try to destroy anyone with a basilisk’s glare. Do you grin inside? You’re killing me.
“I’m sorry” two words I say too often so much you must be sick of hearing my voice
Calling a quits with this game doesn't make you weak We live to die right? So why is it when someone moves out before their eviction notice they are frowned upon?
A scratch in a casket is not something you would expect.With the meaning attached, you think someone would have checkedBut with you I expected nothing else.A public flaw presented beautifully.You did just the same.Wore your flaws beautiful and pro
There’s no glamour in it. No flashing lights lighting up the reflection in the tears of her eyes. Just purple circles from sleepless nights
I cut the cord and now I’m floating here above the bloody mess that used to be the thing they called me not quite a person just me
Hell, everyone knew it was coming, but no one knew how to stop it. A body obeying Newton’s first law. Some say it was selfish, but I argue that, maybe, it was necessary. Perhaps, ordained from the beginning,
People always tell you to talk to people When you're feeling sad, Angry, Anxious, Anything of the sort. They'll say tell an adult If you or someone else feels depressed, Suicidal,
Abuser, you batter me with my own mind. I'm beaten, demeaned, and afraid. I try and I try to pretend you're not there, So maybe you'd just go away. You've grown like a tumor, corrupted my soul, An ache that i just can't ignore.
Child, I’m sorry for the cold And the pictures in the snow Your bright red cheeks were only reflections of the season Your tears ran down in the cold
Sweet child, listen. Please will you look at me? I know you see the water. the peace beneath the sea. But maybe one day, We’ll go look at that for ourselves…
Help me, I'm terrified.I want to lose control but I know who I am.Help me, I'm terrified.I want to run, but my feet won't move.
I am beautiful dancing across the stage flawless stealing your heart broken I am broken pink tights hide bandaid's bandaid's hide scars scars scars from cuts across my hips
Have you ever felt like your skin is too tight? like your blood is cold or boiling? have you ever felt like you are suffocating?
The Words of a Faggot Imagine a boy Now imagine him tall and stocky Just a little bit cocky Think of him in a letterman jacket
41,000; The average number of suicides in a year. Forty-One Thousand people that killed themselves. 41,000 people that could’ve gotten help. 41,000 people that could’ve called a suicide hotline.
My mind is a mass of broken glass My soul is red and raw My love is a cloud of mustard gas My body is the law My innocence sits in memories
When it comes to struggling we know nothing. we are dumb. Some are silent. Some are screamed, but it is rarely what it seems. While a child starves at home another starves alone, A victim of the numbers.
“It came out of nowhere.”Wrong.
I will get up this time ok. Because this time I’ve got something to say. I know I can’t be some legend like you I know I couldn’t have done all the things you could do
long deep cuts and small superficial scratches i would lie if anyone noticed but they never do not anymore at least only one person noticed once "it was the new kitten my parents got" i lied
I punch the wall I punch again I want to feel it all but I just can’t The pain I get inside my chest
In a little town close to homeI found the grave of twelveNone were old enough to bear a weight of woeBut none were young enough to shame
You always knew it'll never be you Until you'e standing near the precipice black A precipice built on pills, blades and cracks The cracks that you slipped through On your way to this blackest of noons
You whisper venom in his ear,"Do it.It will be better. Do you hear?"Which instilled in me a terrible paralyzation.And when he induced his own demise,You reveled in my tears and cries,
Pieces of glass sleep upon my bed'you made your bed, you lie in it'I walk down a hall to our shelter.With a dog's nose I smell the air.Sickly sweet, it slows me.With a cat's eyes I look there.Painfully real, it shows me.With a slow child's feet I
Cutting is art. Sometimes, you plan out what you want to see Sometimes, it come out of nowhere.
Darling daughter... I know it's too late to save you now But I sit back and ask myself how Am I supposed to see When you always hid it from me? You should have... Seen through my lies
Sometimes it was screaming, and crying and smashing plates. Other times it was a quiet numbness and, "Oh my God, why am I not dead?". Some days I was happy, the Prozac kicked in,
Suicide. Fake smile. Dry eyes. Scratched Wrists. Bruised thighs. White pills. Rope tied. Gun loaded. Suicide. They say it’s a permanent solution, to a temporary problem.
I am a person. I am a person who has come so far. I have fought in a war that involved no weapons Only thoughts. I have battled against evils that only existed in my mind. And I know that I am not alone.
Mistrust and suspicion rule in my brain They run cross country inside my heart. Loud thumping, mind racing, loosing the control Your breaths quicken and your sight blurs.
One The first is always the hardest. You have to push yourself into it. Cutting into innocence, cutting into your soul. At first it stings but soon it subsides and you crave the lingering feeling of control.
Why do you push me away When all I want to do is help? Please let me help take care of you, Since you cannot yourself. You used to be so kind to me, Now you won't let me in. I can't win.
We walked around with you in our halls Always thought you were beautiful Always thought you were fine I guess it was a lie
when you ask me what i’m thinking and i outright refuse, my mind is full of things i could never ask from you: stop me from stealing, stop me from lying. keep me away from the nails i’m biting.
Cold.My hands clenched, gently,hoping that yours were still holding mine.But I knew you were gone once my own fingertipsp
Mad, sad, glad, is always the right time for Chocolate. I am the flavor of all love, of all rejoice, and all morn. I give people the fulfilling feeling in their tummies
Day zero: You are in a warm bathtub, and you are drunk. Your girlfriend just broke up with you. You are texting your friends that you are worthless, That you are tired,
There are demons in the darkness of your eyes, in the bruises underneath them I look at you, but you cannot look at me There are demons in the downward curl of your lips, lounging on your tongue
Maybe one day, people will see their worth. They won't compare themselves to that person they admire Because they'll have their own dreams they aspire. No more "I'm not good enough,"
I never took those pills, popping one after another like candy. I didn’t dig deeper, deeper into the layers of skin—just trying to feel. I never left home; we never grew apart.
I am a little off never quite fitting in mildly autistic a little bit artistic my childhood acidic. I am young the first time I say I wanna die.
I feel like I am drowning, Though no water is present, But the feeling of this darkness crushing me Is not very pleasant.
At age 6 the world is full of adventure and fun and you can make friends just because you have a Barbie Jeep and Daddy's always proud of you and one day you're going to be the first person on Mars
I cut my heart again im sorry i cut my life again im sorry Its so typical of me to talk about myself im sorry its so typical of me to cry and worry im sorry
The air reeks of the forgotten Slowly sinking, wasting Among them stand one One not just one but two One fades out the other fades in It looks like it’s one but its two
I was always the one trying his best to succeed; planning, studying, doing everything possible. But life throws stones, and has bumps in the road, making things a bit more difficult.
Dark, shallow, chained.
Maybe what we fear most is not failure but the idea of what could be lost.
Guided and trusting He led me into dark places Mindful of his hands He guided me carefully No thoughts of worry or care I trusted him fully
1. I am haunted by It.
Watching you struggle hurts.
She tried to kill herself tonight. I know why she did that. She's depressed and was drinking and everything just built up and then. . . Boom. On the way to the hospital She said she wanted to sleep forever.
The brush of a finger, The pull of a trigger The light of the sun is too close to that of a gun It's not supposed to be a temptation Or maybe my thinking is out of rotation
Roses are red. Violets are blue. The sugar is sweet. Just like you. Now, The roses are wilted, the violets are too. The sugar is gone, and so are you. So,
I looked around me, and what did I see? Storms of constant, painful suffering. Not only my soul, Had taken its toile, But others too, found life bitter and dull.
A heart beats a steadily thump of a drum The sun sets above the horizon But it has not yet warmed my body. The sun glistens And the light sparks rainbows in the mist.
I am a child Who needs toys, to know she’s loved, coloring books Who loves her mom and dad, school, baby dolls Who sees stickers, scraped knees, birthday parties Who fears spiders, heights, time out
It's time to move on Day one, the blood is gone The scar remains, the pain's the same But be willing to stick it through It's a new day, same challenge faced by a new you
If I could talk to you one last time I'd ask, "Was it really worth it? Were the drugs really worth your life?
These voices are hurting me I don't know what to do Momma can't you see I'm slowly dying next to you These voices are killing me Why won't they go away I can't live my life
They broke my heart They made me cry They called me fat I don’t know why They pushed me down They pulled my hair They ripped my clothes It’s just not fair
She spent all night talking and crying about how it felt to be in love with someone who simply stopped trying. I never knew someone so beautiful could feel so ugly like a flower
“you are what you eat.” an english proverb - if you eat well, you will be well; but if you eat badly you will feel bad. i used to eat icing behind the couch, shovel it into my mouth like the dirt i played with outside. i’m seven and alive, and i...
Once upon a time I told a friend that I was strong I said I'm a tree that won't bend or break My roots have taken hold and nothing can tear me out My branches have taken shape And I'll stand no matter wind or rain
She sits on her bedA six year old little girl,Wondering why her momma and daddy are fighting.
Sinking in this ocean of desolation. An eternity of sadness. Drowing in the waves of depression. I see blue. What can I do? Cry for help? A sorrowful Yelp? I'm sinking deeper.
Do you know what i'm about to do? As I bend over and tie my shoe.
You’ll never reach Your fiftieth wedding anniversary Your fortieth birthday I won’t be able to tease you About being “over the hill.” You’ll never go to Your thirtieth high school reunion
Strangled by the showerhead She answers but she doesn't speak She's too busy staring at the wall Making sure it doesn't leak. She sways and sinks, continues to think
With a breath as soft as the final note of a song, Kiki glanced down at the river a few hundred feet below her. I'm ready, she thought, I have to do this for me. I have to hide the pain from the heavy crusade of hits.
Words are a means to get our point across to others but this time my point is that words are not enough to tell you how I feel
I am a survivor One of many Same story different writing So how am I unique? I could go on and on I am a survivor of domestic violence I had Daddy Issues
I have tripped over luck and stumbled upon tragedy. I find myself stuck in an elevated, praised, honoured institution, full of the most vile and wretched creatures to fill this earth.
When I was growing up, I imagined my life A sparkling fairytale A delicately blooming water lily upon the surface Of my reality Everything would be perfect, set and ready for me
This is a response poem to something I heard one of my 'friends' say - "People who want to commit suicide are stupid and selfish. If they want to die, I say let them. They can have fun in Hell."
the kids behind phones are absolutely vicious. the cute pictures on social media apps are deceptive. these kids know where to hit and how hard. they don't give a single shit
Might it be better to be alone forever?
As light leaves something comes after me Worse then thieves or my many grieves I cannot sleep It shall come for you to if you do not believe This something is pure evil in the form of a crow
I am the voice that you fear the voice of the ones who dare not appear the ones you claim weak the ones society doesn't seek I know you don't care about the girl pulling out her hair
First time, lets try to rhyme. So i might not be good at this, but hear me out, are you still reading? I have a lot of doubt. K2 is a drug, that makes you bug out. Let me go ahead and tell you what its all about.
I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS...
The paint on theses wall are starting to fade away. My everlasting grip won't always be here to stay. This faulting and destructive envy inside of this pain, Well slowly start to leak out of my hopeless brain.
Tap, Tap, Tap goes the keyboard of the person who choses to witness the sadness of another Tap, Tap, Tap goes the tears that fall on the desk of a suicidal patient soon to be hanging off a wall
She sits in silence Listening to her heart beating One, she says to herself As her heart beat quickens And the razor slices her skin Two she says Another slice
Over the mountains Across the seas Through the tunnels Under the trees The wind blows here All over the world The voice is heard The wind whispers “Caution, Danger is near”
My friend committed suicide We had a class meeting and they told us Then they talked about fundraising for a class trip I was crying There was a lot of crying The teachers were teaching
Your knees are weak, the world looks bleak.
Gone Like the warmth leaves you as you slide out of bed in the morning Like the bad taste goes away as you brush your teeth Like the circles under your eyes fade as you cake them with concealer Gone, gone
I will tell you what I am not. I am not someone to be pushed around, or someone who likes their emotions to be played with. I AM a human being, I am someone with feelings inside of me, and a beating heart.
I found out- and time stopped That Labor Day was the last day While I was partying he was alone I don't know the details, the hows, the why, maybe I'll never know. all I know is he is gone
When the man I loved tried to commit suicide, I can only describe my pain as having my heart ripped through my chest with hands of barbed wire, broken-glass dreams and smoldering promises.
Thief. You stole my innocence. you stole my happiness. You stole my motivation. You stole my love. You stole every emotion. Except anger, and fear, and an unnatural numbness.
She's sick of her own despair, of happiness she won't find there, tired of leading this life of pain, wishing she could smile agan. Swirlng, whirling, fading fast,
There is a boy who wishes he was a daughter, Dresses in skirts and dresses who bothers can't tell the world, not even his own father. They call him a faggot, they call him a dork,
first time i saw you was at the airporti took one look at you and i was lost in thoughtyour beautiful flowing hair, to your lovely brown eyesand a sweet sensual voice that no man can d
I count each slit on my wrist. Each cut reminds me of a painful memory. Water wells up in my eyes, as I cut my skin. This is nothing new to me. I’ve done this many times before.
betrayal and aching in your lungs the last half-sip of wine no u-turns one missing stitch bleeding ink on left hands whys and what-ifs alone at a table
my father reduced to a pile of belongings "a seperate load" on moving day to be locked in a storage unti abandonded worn clothes donated to charity
What a feeling it must be, To fall and tumble and fly so free. To fling yourself from a rooftop high, To call your friend and say goodbye. And beware the man, dressed in black. Holding a gun.
Depression is staring up at the ceiling
I sleep in nothing but a chain A short, gold chain draped on my neck It weighs on me, I feel it closing in Choking me when I am weak My sister's bones lie beside me
I wonder why this doesn't hurt more, why I don't feel the pain of yesterday, sitting her wondering where I went wrong. Did I change? Maybe it was the scent of the roses.
When I say I have scars people ask if they can see Of course I say no No one can see my scars because there is nothing to see My scars are the faded stretch marks from when I lost 65 pounds
that necklace is pretty.though i was told to stay away,i can’t wait to put it on me.i have a burning desire to flee;i’ve been here since last May.... that necklace is pretty.
Her heart thudded violently,
Come hither, see me whither, in the wind like dust blowing away. I falter and fallow, as my tears run down my face so sallow, I'm alone and afraid, what should I do?
That night in April was the worst night of my life. Oh here she goes again Blades weren't helping There were no more tears to cry
I received a phone call from my father Explaining that it was all too real And all too sudden This man he spoke of did not sound like the uncle, his brother I knew I wanted to be there I did
I received a phone call from my father Explaining that it was all too real And all too sudden This man he spoke of did not sound like the uncle, his brother I knew
I think you all know this, To God we do belong, To him we depend, Let him be your friend, For he is always there for you.
It's worse then being trapped in a burning building,
is it too much to ask? is this too much for you? no, you say— no, you say? so you say, but you mean yes.
i made a promise— a shackle, a chain, a weight to bear— inked it into my skin, let it hover behind my throat;
It's vulnerability that makes depression feel so romantic.
A split in the ice,
I tried to end what life he gave, I treid to end what I thought was sin. Daily I thought "How can I win" Within this horrible life of sin? What should I do with something so heavy?
Don't give up -
The mouth of the metal monster the maw of the morbid mother the giver of gold or gall picking out the particular person plucking out precious people maker of more monopolies
No Doesn't mean Try to change my mind Or try again. It doesn't mean Repharase the question, Or Tell me come on. It doesn't mean pressure me By saying it's been a month
He was nine. Hadnt experienced a thing Expect for being tortured, harassed And the horrible things that words can bring Words hurt They hurt more than sticks and stones
I tried to kill myself, Took a bottle of pills. Life is hard, And I was uncapable. But now I know, and now I live All that we see was once one. The trees and the stars,
I always worried that people would notice and ask
A cumbersome, catatonic existence can burn at my handsand I'll keep the torch with me, an old friend caught between young palms,ash and emotion make me stand:
I must confess to you, my dear, There’s something about the night And the feeling of paper beneath ink That draws out confessions like a canvas to the painter I must confess to you, dear,
Official diagnosis: Anxiety and Depression In Kindergarten terms, that means My brain won’t shut off And sometimes I can’t remember How to be happy It means that when I get home at night
Power On. Channel One: A little girl plays outside, kickball, with her neighbors. They laugh and run. The sky starts to get dark, Curfew. She wants to finish the round; it’s her turn to kick.
What a nut What a crazy girl She’s lost her mind She is lost She has no guide Her pain suffers
REBIRTH by Katharine Royal I've just returned from a wake, a funeral and a burial...my own I felt the pains of the me I'd come to know...and hate...dying
This one goes out to all my kids, my teens, my peers All of you who've found yourselves bruised, abused, misused, unable to choose The life you deserve to live; all the while you give, forgive, just try to live
“From dust you came and to dust you now return.” A mound of earth sifts through the preacher’s hand Small rocks break free, hitting the coffin’s lid With pops like tiny bullets
He put a razor inside my lunch pale Along with heads or tails I know he's hinting death As I hide behind my veil Need a pair of clippers To cut my cutthroat nails And I red pair of scissors
"My depression comes in waves" I told my mother, hoping she would understand. "It's like being carried out sea and I can't fight the freezing water that paralyzes my limbs and and burns my eyes and fills my mouth and I drown. Over, and over.
It's 2 a.m., on a cloudy night as the man trudges down the street. He looks at the ground, then over his shoulder as he stumbles over his feet. In his hand, an almost-empty bottle of Jack
Do you ever just want to kill yourself?
My vision may be dark But here's a spark To light the flame on a candle of a heart That's long gone for me now Once torn asunder Pain is released from the soul down under
This plane you find yourself in is just one glimpse of one dimension, among many others Look out, organic nature surges from the soil synthetic somethings jut out from this scene.
In the hanging garden. Death. Death is calling. It wants. It needs. For me. To be set free.
She stood there poised with the dagger pointing directly at her heart... The spot that was now void because she hurt the man she never had intention of hurting. She stood there tears in her eyes waiting to see if he would arrive to stop her...
I can’t go back,
In the darkest room rests the purest girl Like an ancient tomb like a quiet world She's got dark brown hair and the most innocent eyes But that's not her, it's just her disguise And you'll never meet this little girl
Lights and cameras, diamons and drinks
Judgement and denial. It's over, it's over. Hate and fear. It's over, it's over. Sadness and betrayel. It's over, it's over. The sudden pain. I'm sinking, I'm sinking.
I shake, and I shiver. They're starting to see past the glitz and the glimmer. It's getting harder to smile and laugh When I want to scream and die. How can I deal with that?
Every memory fading, One by one. Every bridge burning, One by one. I took every breath, One by one. I will never be free from this hate.
Where I lived pills didn't come in bottles. Pills came in boxes, popped out individually. It gives you time to count each pill.
I am jaded by the sun
Tell me daughter do you feel the loneliness you
It was on that dark, depressing night So very silent Giving me nothing to do But think Think about everything that has ever happened That I have ever done I was contemplating my life
red yellow green your eyes stare into the blinking lights your grip on the wheel paints your knuckles white and though tears stain your cheeks and blur your vision
Messed up That is the first word that comes to mind When I think of myself My parents are divorced My father is never around unless it benefits him My mother cares for me as much as any loving mother could
The gentle brush of lips The sensation of the trigger The cock of the gun The sweat from his skin Be careful oops too late you're dead The claminess of your skin The brush of his lips
I'm no good with poetry as it's an art that is felt rather than seen. I'm not one for feeling. I'd rather stare at my ceiling and not feel much at all.
Her life was small,Her life was full of hatred and disrespect.
Life should be goo
I sit in the white porcelain, writing. I allow red to drip, making roses on the snowy surface I feel: Relief. As if every weight I have ever felt has been lifted. Mommy, Daddy, this is not your fault.
Sometimes Everytime there is a person, who carries the weight of the world on their shoulders,
In my universe, My whole life is a curse, A curse I must live. In my universe, My mind is very fragile, My chin must face up. In my universe, All I ever feel is pain. And I have grown numb.
You say I'm not alone but My tears pool And drop to the floor None next to me to hear My sobs None next to me to soothe My pain racked body The blood drips To splat on the ground
Little girl,Little girl Why are you crying? Wipe away the round pearls And keep trying. This is not the end It's just a mistake. You fucked up So what? Little girl,little girl
Unfortunately, killing yourself isn't an option. It's not like you're a grenade and you'll blow up but then people will heal and forget about you It's more like shoving a knife individually into people's hearts
Me. Its not as simple as most people would think to define me.
I know it might seem like the world is crashing down Trust me I know what it's to feel like that It feels like you're standing in the rain without an umbrella Stuck in an eternal darkness
Be told you are smart, Be told you are strong, Be told you will be loved, Be told that you will live forever, and watch the lies drip down, into the sink, into the drain, and smile,
My heart is a dull thud in my chest. Drained from all life, it struggles to beat once, twice,
Song of a Fearful Father Speak glowingly of the dead, my son, The ones who have gone to their rest; Speak of the blood spilt red, my son, In facing the ultimate test.
Honey please, put the razor down Please, don't tie that rope to the ceiling We need you here I need you here And somewhere, your future love is waiting for you
Here's to the empty human bodies who are numb to the feeling of their soul To the empty-headed, who I
I found the tears of your abandoned soul while searching for the life of mine. And no, dear, some things can’t stop time, But if I could break all of my pocket watches, Maybe the boxes that split you would disappear.
xoxo fucking numb this pain. popping pills, these supposed to keep me sane. my life. my life? mind games. my life is a game taken by surprise.
I'd seize to think;
That beautiful smile I shall never forget The smile you gave to everyone So beautiful I can visualize it I wish I can see it again But you're gone It has been so long since I last saw you
MORT est tombé AMOUREUX
Honor unto death,
My mind is on fire
i hear it the sound of tighting rope around my neck put there by my peers who hope to bring me down to take me to a dark place where light and joy can no longer reach me
Schwivel, Schwivel...Click! I hold the gun in my lap Staring down the empty tunnel Slipping into a beautiful little trap Should I, shouldn't I... Schwivel, Schwivel...Click!
Walk down the halls again It's just another day Boring, Insignificant Breathe in, breathe out... Sigh Head sunk low Hands in pockets I look pretty normal Maybe a bit down
The hospital is where I was supposed to get better where I was supposed to shed my failure for strength where I was supposed to become free the hospital with all its well lit rooms and halls
Go on, do it I dare you Eliminate the innocence Illuminate the sky There’s no need for your presence? I can assure you that’s a lie How could this have happened? I invested my trust in you
From my distant branch I see the nest of broken birds. They are huddled close together And shielded from the sun. They’ve suffered wounds that nothing seems to staunch—
Death of the Body
i had taken 50 tylenol, in intervals of five on april 2ndapril 2nd, because i felt that april 1st would be a day too cruel to get a call from your child's school
My mind is spinning I am going to throw up Anxiety kills ~Dmonica
What if everything changed? What if it got better? What if it got worse? What if it I was happy?
The thread that ties me to you Is soaked in ether and stretches even deeper. This thread is of the worst kind of blue, Even though it was your favorite hue. It's purple in the right light,
Right here Right now We'll jump and fly The birds will cry And time will die As you and I Will fly all night To make things right And find the light Right here Right now
Ode to ignorance By Ally Benson
The world has a softly spoken sentence
No one noticed when she started wearing long sleeves in the summer. No one said a word when she sat quietly at her desk, wiping tears from her eyes. No one reached out to her when she sat alone at an empty lunch table.
Even among the noise that fills the room, the silence haunts my soul. Lost in the crowd, an identity becomes blurred and hazy. The tears don't shed themselves anymore, they too are trapped inside.
The sadness and sorrows we all live through We wish our wish would not be a lie But for it to become alive
I met her on a Thursday.I talked with her on a Thursday.I bought her a coffee and gave her my number and fell for her on a Thursday.
Indigo is a darkness, insurmountable. Indigo is trying to love what you loved not a month ago, but the feeling isn't there. Indigo is trying to summon the will to care, but you can't.
There's a scared young girl Filled with hurt, sadness and pain Let her voice be heard
Orange is walking alone. Orange Is hearing the crunching of leaves beneath your feet and nothing else. Orange is wishing you could hear his footsteps beside your's but you're not that lucky.
i guess shes been my friend all my life. though she was not always there, she resided in shadows waiting to pounce to bestow her perfection to flood my mind with dust and bones...
I love to smile, why? It lights up the room yet hides the truth. What really lies behind you ask? Deep dark lies? Swallowed by emotions, I try and hide it but I'm gasping for air. But why? Why are people so blinded?
Please don't cut, please don't cry Just come here beside me and lie Your head on the down of your wings My sweet little Angel, who can't stand the state of things This isn't forever, please don't say goodbye
Yes somebody cares about you You dont know but might be me some people are destinated to not see How different you are just like I am Some people are destinated to see you from inside the soul
She was unbreakable Nothing fazed her She was alway smiling And everyone knew her name That quirky tilt of her head Always arguing with herself And that black sweatshirt whe always wore
When youre all alone and you think no one is around. When you think no one else see's what youre doing. Look up to the sky, forgot about him, did you? God knows all and see's all.
Sometimes being alone
I stared at your empty seat in math class for days
Eyes stare at me They only perceive What I'm showing Without questioning To their sights I am so bright The smile on my face My future full of grace Why can't they read
Every day I feel nothing but pain, The pain I feel is hurting me inside, It feels like it’s eating my soul alive,
Sliding my fingers
Tidal waves greet me on the misty ocean shore Years have passed since I have last been here We didn't recognize each other Nor did we recognize the looming darkness Blanketing the thick air
18 and inn
Crying, screaming, with a runny nose until your voice is hoarse, suffocating slowly from all the noise even though there isn't any force,
I Got My Flowers Today
She didn't act like that until they called her fat then they called her ugly Her best friend noticed what she was hiding she saw the scars on her wrist I guess she cut But why?
My thoughts rain down
I am a liar and I lie to myself everyday Wake up every morning, telling myself that it’s just another day But I already know what kind of day it is I’ll be just like every yesterday that I hated
Tell me why are you here all alone? Here in the corner with a pill bottle and much more Advil than you'll ever need I'm so sorry that no one ever told you the mirror lies.
In time and chance Maybe we can all dance Up and Down the world so green Why do people have to be so mean Time can change anybody's name And yet people remain the same Sometimes things go wrong
At fourteen life is confusing A rushing river of emotions we dont understand Alyson, you'll be okay. At fourteen life is hard Especially when you think you're in love.
Welcome to society, where they teach you to love yourself,
At night I stare at the ceiling in wonder Thinking about what could have been, of what will be Countless fears drag me under, The thought of resting lost to me In untamed world of nature shown
When I look at you I don’t just see some sad, lost girl, I see someone beautiful, who makes my world melt when she smiles, I see someone whose laugh just makes me want to laugh right along with you.
Imagine swimming in a sea of broken glass,every word spoken cuts like a blade across your skin.
Suicide Doesn't always look like A girl dressed in all black With thick black makeup And scars all over her arms Sometimes Suicide Looks like Someone who's always laughing
Life is a river running endlessly into the Depression Ocean.i do my best to get out, but the current always pulls me back in.
You buy your baby Blue onesies, racecars, and little footballs When your baby’s hair gets to his shoulders You cut it short And say how handsome he looks You love your baby boy
A boy named Evan, happy as could be Or so it seemed No one understood, no one could see, the darkness lurking beneath As an outsider looking in, everything seemed perfect Until that grave September night
The Blood Story
Open, scene one, mid April.
A six year old girl ran to the bathroom And stretched Scotch tape from her eyes to her ears To make herself as pretty as girls society consumes To hide her insecurities, and fears
When you commit suicide you kill yourself Others then die inside and are robbed of wealth You are valuable to others more than you know Suicide just let’s all your weaknesses show
Richard Drew took a beautiful picture; Everybody whines It's a tragedy All I see is exactly how I feel when I want to flee
I wish I could be like a melody My mind and body beautifuly in harmony Instead it's a clash, a bang and a boom My body falling heavily while my head is above the moon
You know something is not quite right when you find yourself battling to stay awake cause of that man you hear moving behind the wall the one you called "Papa" the one you thought cared for your feelings -- no
I just smile I'll never let you get close to me Because I'm broken Mentally and physically But I just smile Knowing that no one cared If i was here there Even is i disappeared
All of us have known one or two that have tried
With all the cups you gave,
Chances are you could find love Chances are you can be happy Chances are you have to shove
Whenever the days are bleak and dappled
She watches and hears the pain of death; She stares at the flames that has taken the life of her sister; As tears silently flows down no sound is heard; But the screams of pain in a firey death;
Adults always tell us that they know best They have more experience, and time, they'll attest They feed those words Into our brains Inject that message into our infant veins
It'd be nice to have someone always by your side, Through the good, the bad, the love, the cries, It'd be nice to never feel lonely, To have someone to make you like you're their only,
My voice Is something which my ears fail to define When it kisses the air, it splinters Into exactly 2 billion and 3 question marks Hooking round my pores and Peppering my flesh with pock-marks of stray
I have a secret. It’s sad and it’s dark.
The stale white walls are caving an emptiness chilling to the skin
I remember the morning I was riding my tricycle
even within nature we are confined in chains from the depths we crawled toward the sun into the trees wiping sweat from our brows liberty
Her world held together with a string Rather our world, As we sit twenty across and forty back Red bows in our hair, We mourn. Her world was masked by red lip-stick Face covered the tears
New players start at level 1. There's not much you can do. The enemies are too difficult - one hit and you're down, the quests are too complicated, and it seems the other characters have looping speeches.
People always leave me Eventually everyone gets tired of the girl who is depressed for no reason I do And if I'm not cutting I'm not eating And if not that
Maybe I should just run away. If not a single soul should care, Why on earth would I stay? I've tried everything to numb this pain. But nothing seems to kill the sadness.
My smiling mask that feels real in the moment My hands tha want to reach for the razer that feel real then
Coffee Paper We filter our pictures because others can’t filter their words,
I have it all planned out Those 8 litte pills They'll take me to some place wonderful I have all the notes safely put away in my drawer I don't think anyone will really miss me.
i know your tired of the constant texts,the constant ventin i know for a fact its an obsession/ I’m just tired, i need some sleep, i tried coutin sheep/, i tried xanex
He held the gun close to his head."I just want to be dead"
She had no smile on her face that day or the day before She had an illness that had no cure Its symptoms were silent, so no one was alarm But the cuts got more frequent on her arm
I grew up for 13 year's not knowing who i was. i would look at the pictures i had online of me and see that i wouldnt smile. the dark cloud of self confidence wayed on my shoulders,
The beginning was full of warm colors. Then came to an end. My heart starts to break slowly, just as the leaves begin to fall.
You're always emergency room crisis, broken knucklesSometimes blood isn't always meant to be poetic, kid You keep betting your life, wishing against. what's the bid? The big pyramid scheme of existence
All he wanted was to be loved, but no one ever threw love his way. His heart already have cracks in it from what that girl did to him the other day. How can he love when all love done was bring him pain?
Her floor is decorated with red polka dots. She adds more daily without a second thought. Her countless scars serve as ornaments for life.
Have you ever fought yourself? Have you ever been so revolted by your own will that Air clenched in your throat and a weight was driven down on your chest?
In and from this world what do we really want?
Do not try to invade my thoughts; my cross is too heavy to bear... Just listen when I need to express them, & I will make you fully aware! Ill let you into my life, and all to me that is real; I will open up my heart and tell you how I...
There is little left for me. My life’s battles and struggles unyielding; I feel a drop a warmth drip down my skin and my heartbeat quickens.
I hear a rumor Passing in the wind I move closer to hear. The rumor is about me. Yet again another individual Caught in a web of lies That makes others happy.
My mother's crying My father's gone My brother's screaming I am singing, I think I'll take a walk My friends aren't listening My teachers don't care The walls are closing in
Who is that lonely girl Sitting on the corner of the street Who is that lonely girl Not saying a word while she eats Who is that lonely girl Wearing the outdated shoes Who is that lonely girl
what do you feel? nothing
I want to die,
You were a very suicidal child.
Cigarette burns and bloody towels on my carpet make the world seem like a bitter lonely place A place in which I stare into the mirror and can not recognize my own face
Let me try to explain what it's like to have a mental illness. Life becomes a watercolor someone left out in the rain.
When I was younger Peter Pan told me to never grow up
They look at the people like us and they laugh Laughs feel like attacks Attacks on walls that are already crumbling Crumbling like our self-esteem and our hopes and dreams Dreams that are fading away
what does one write when ones mind is white, when the screen is blank and the words aren't right? what can one say at the end of the day when the scars fade metallic
a love notewritten by a teenagermight be rifewith promises of foreverwith entwined hands
I never knew how scarlet red
Drip Drop Drip
Beautiful brown eyes why do you hold so much pain inside. Why is that when the sun catches your eye your always on the verge of tears. Have you been hurt so much that you can no longer shine the way you used to.
They say it doesn't matter. That they can fix things With some pills, or a rope And everything will be okay. “Why keep going?” they say. “Nothing that I do matters.” “Nothing can help me.”
Once a sudden whisper of hate.
lay on my bed crying until I had nothing left.
Here's what I do remember about this particular rape.
I didn't want to, but I picked the glass up and took a sip.It was horrible and I told my father there was no way I could get this terrible tasting st
One day when I was 13 and in the 8th grade, I had gotten the stomache flu and had to stay home from school.
I remember wondering if my father could hear my heart pounding, then realized it didn't matter.
Have you ever been in an accident or so near death that at that very moment, you thought your life was over?
She walks in her room picks up her razor, grabs the pills she sits down on her bed, and she cries "Why? Why me!" she screams Everyone sighs Some may even roll their eyes
Woo hoo. Donald Duck film at school today. I'm so happy I'm five, cause now I get to do all the fun things and stuff. Donald showed me what to do if a fire comes to my house
The Different Kid was colorful His voice was loud His eyes were bright Sunny hair and a wide, white smile They say that if you brushed against him, You’d walk away with a rainbow on your shoulder
cheater, cheater, punkin eater, daddie's little snack
Something evil with me walks
I had a little bunny - and honey was her name
Do you know what it smells like to die?
am I crazy? so I've been fucking told! I always thought I would save the world from pain.
I drop to my knees
Rear view mirror
I wake from dreams where terrors creep
I am the voice of the children.
He shines with light a sheep they say
Why me God?
Give me your pain I will put it with mine
A father takes, eyes closed, that which he has no right
Tiptoes, softly, gently steering he towards me, and me I'm fearing thief of childhood ever nearing INNOCENCE OF 8 EYES DIE
I look into the mirror and hope for a better life. When truly the calm of the storm is right around the corner.
Rain It drips down my back In quick succession. Rivulets form a path, An irrelevant digression. Gravel It retaliates the rain. Each drop Absorbing the pain. Walking still,
I walk quickly head down shoulders stiff “I’m sorry” on my lips Everyone’s watching me My lips are bitten hands shaking leg bouncing
You are not alone Sleepy eyes Purple crescents burn bright under them Boney knees Baggy pants conceal lack of nutrition A broken heart, longing to stop beating It screams in agony
You say I’m okay On the outside So I must be alright To keep going But have you once thought About how I feel inside
They are telling me not to movetoo quickly, to be very careful,like I never have been before.But every time I look at youI think, my god, oh my god,I'm glad that blade was too dull.
Who says they didn't care? Was it in seriousness, or in jest. Forget them for thier stupid ideas just go live your own life. Those pills in your hand, the rope on your fan,
Trying to invent myself. I'll juggle it all and make all the right choices. I'm overwhelmed. Like a cloud stretching to cover the entire Earth. It reminds me that I am small.
The clouds roll over the sky, And the rain begins to fall, As if they have lost everything. Some think it's beautiful. But if crying is beautiful, then so is the darkness.
Batteries don't last forever Juice oozes with every standing O Your rays and beams lit up Penetrated the humorless The light was sold with every ticket The silver screen molded into a stake
You see me smile, it's just an act. You ask me if I'm fine, I lie but isn't part of acting? You don't know that I've planned my escape. I want to see my brother who became an angel before he was born.
A room as empty as the heart SHots of pain like a dart EMotions ragging in THinking of a deadly sin Water lays on his face Not wanting ro leave a trace Roarig coming from the window besides him
My mind holds me hostage Torturing me with the memories,
Painful thought Always Involve someone i love Never someone i hate Has the world gone mad? Are people out to get me? That could be it... Everything hurts now
She wakes up in the moring and immediately vomits in the bathroom. She shrugs at the sight of an empty refirgerator.
I'll slip away from this physical existence. Into the water my soul goes swimming. The timing may have been off but life seems to find it's balance I breathe relief underwater.
I smile post Then continue cutting What would mom say? post And finish my drink We pose post You beat in my temples Find inspiration P O S T
I was broken beyond repair my heart dissapated into air.
There was a smell of suicide in the air tonight.
A mother's love is so deep and true there is nothing she wouldn't do for you. A mother's love will always and forever try to protect you and keep you from feeling blue. A mother's love will be there for you on a drop of a dime.
Why do you think you are so alone Do we not ask you what is wrong Do we not ask you to just tell us Why do you think you are so alone We heard you were in the hospital last week
Heres to the kids that died this year of depression
Heres to those whom are wretched and divine
We’re borne from all your hate We’re sitting in the bath tub
Trying to keep from drowning under water
In a world so social, its hard not to compare, I tell myself not too, but still I dare. All I can do , is wonder why? Why is there life so perfect, not mine? The face that I put on is one of content.
I love the girl that has scarrred with blades the girl I love I love the girl that starves the girl I love I love the girl that tries to kill the girl I love To tell her I love her each and everyday
Why even try? Constantly feeling the need to get their approval and for what? Praise? Recognition? Why is it that you go out of your way for them, after everything? An apology?
I was little when disposable cameras were "the thing"Polaroids were fading out. I would pose for my mother in my new school clothes Silly faces, ballerina, peace signs.
If you take a look at me, with my piercings, my unnatural hair that feels more natural than the mousey brown I was born with, you can guess
Water running down my face, as today i decide my fate going or stayin wouldn't even matter Would it?
It can go away so easily All this pain, this fear This loneliness, these tears I can make it go away. It can go away so easily Just three pills too many A small slit to a fragile wrist
Death was like a day dream, with sweet promises, and a happy ending. Death was not having pain, it was bliss. Death will always great you, like an old friend, always offeing a smile.
It's the chemical creation that's emotionally fueled And the tears behind clouded eyes Unable to be loosed It's killing yourself With the feelings of self-hatred It's the darkness
Recall the past and think of me as dear,Your heart will crack but life will still drag on;Remember me as I depart from here.
Stuck in life? Don't cry Strut with pride! Hope to die? Don't end your life End the strife! Get some time Just free your life And be happy.
Darkness. Maliciously fulfilling and temporarily relieving new activities deceitfuly veiled underneath an alluring facade of exciting and thrilling adventure.
She woke up every day Struggling to get on her feet, She heard her mother say “Teeth! Teeth! Teeth!” To coax out even a grin that was so rare one cant help but think that the chances were better
A tear, a whisper A shout, a cry No one seems to hear No one is by your side. Everyone is oblivious until it's too late, Another angel has been sent back too soon.
Life isn't easy, we all know this We try to be strong for our friends And family but sometimes it just gets Too hard to cope, and then they miss You because of your mistake, the one that
Lonely bird Wings imprint on the pavement
The most peaceful moment of my life happened as I was laying on the ground of my doctor's office unconscious from malnutrition, and I didn't realize that I'd passed out
I had my head beneath the water I was about to take a breath To let the quick intake of dark liquid cleanse me with death
Ominous ebony smoke fills the air A mist of forsaken souls condemned to demons Alabaster arms reach out and grab the prey Frozen fingertips stain the innocent flame Nails running deeply into the skin
Within my heart lay a gap that I cannot fill A gash within my emotions that lay unhealed This wound inflicted bleeds deep within me This stream of emotions wil never heed A cloud of thoughts loom in my mind
Being girl and growing up watching Disney classic You think we all love the princesse Not this girl, I fell in love with the Genie played by Robin Williams His death shocked the nation
The feel of the keyboard Is like the piano keys How I make music with words That no one wants to hear They continue to disappear Like Forbidden Fruit Can anyone dare to ever take a bite
mornings seem treacherous, reminding you
The sound of a siren Sets my heart pounding I want to follow it Just to make sure that It isn’t for him. He is a friend A human life with living soul and spirit
How can I help her When she feels she can’t go on and I’m too far away?
In memory of Leelah Alcorn A poem by: Destiny Diaz (ddiaz80) ©All rights reserved *** Forced to wear a mask, As I epitomize a façade, That many will believe,
I flinch. False consensus effect strikes again. I'm not afraid of your touch. Fear has no position on the playing field. you recoil, my body like a stovetop to the touch.
I still hate myself every day And it hasn't changed in a single way Nobody loves me, I love no one Try to avoid me or better yet, run. I have no potential, not hard to see
Some day's I want to scream, Some day's I'm happy, Some day's I don't care at all, When I run out of things to say, I feel the painful words swarm me,
Write your apologies down on a piece of paper Then take a dive off a skyscraper As you fall, life flashing before your eyes You feel guilty over past crimes
O Robin why did you have to go away? It was not the only way Inspiring us all with your comedy Teaching us that laughter is always the key I hope that you have peace wherever you are
Demons live But not at night;
I met a guy who made me believe
Just Do It
I see the light now I don't want to fight This is all I have And you broke my heart in half This is not right at all You made me feel so small.
I said I'd find you, But I didn't mean this, Find you alive and well, Not walking to our tree, Finding your dead body, Knowing you had left me alone. We had a conversation before,
Everything you feel, it's all in your mind Overwelming thoughts leads one to be blind The danger is real, but fear is a choice Save yourself from all of that noise
You call yourself a Christian, But have you sat back and listened, To the things you been spittin, Acting like you ever sinnin, But what about that time back in junior high,
I smile at my partner As we dance across the floor
Wouldn’t it be easy? A hand full of pills, Gently sliding down my throat, Poisoning my body,
I run to find him on the floor lying in a pool of his blood with cuts on his arms and legs slowly letting the life seep out i was too late he doesn't breathe why didn't i see what was happening
She showed me how to paint.
My dreams are re-told stories that swamp my mind while I sleep. They're all violent, but never entwine in one another. One. I'm smothered.
The streetlights shine bright, There's a glimmer in her eye, She can not sleep tonight All she does is cry. She's lonely, broken, rejected. The world has took it's toll.
Words cut down a mighty tree
The blood seeps in Through the cracks on the walls And it penetrates Into my spirit Evolving my state Into a more impeccable union Listlessly it closes in On the lion
I feel the calming waves Lapping at me Through the bright Blistering sun And stealing away Every ounce of innocence I once possessed I have never felt so distant From reality
My heart aches My soul screams When I decide to take Away all my hopes and dreams I jump at the sounds Though all I hear are songs I keep hearing the pounds As I try to prolong
You know what sucks? My pain in my heart I'm losing my luck It taste bitter and tart I feel tired all the time Yet my heart races fast I'm losing my prime My time won't last
I remember the pain. The relentless, nauseating pain cutting through my gut the second I mistakenly glanced his way. I craved him with the senseless hope he craved me back.
Tears Blood Pain Please stop.. please refrain Think it over Think it twice, thrice... Put down the knife Calm down, inhale.. exhale
When my brother cuts his skin He scars my heart When he tries to die He is killing part of me Three parts of me have died And I have countless scars on my heart
This is impossible My body's heavy My minds tired Theres a constant battle raging in my head Should i do it or should i stay How can i live like this What choice do i have Im not good enough
people will never recognized a simple girl. who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower. who really is nothing compare to the real flowers. whose color and petals are different from others.
The death of me
I get feelings sometimes where I feel like no one cares about me. It is the worst feeling one could possibly ever get. It makes you feel alone, scared, or even depressed.
He didn’t fit into the “in crowd”Just because he wasn’t allowed.But coming home to screams and shouts.
I pop Xanax like it's candy, Because the doctors told me to keep it handy.
Hush little child, you shan't cry, I'm your friend, can't you see, Hush little child, take my hand, drop that knife, fly into light, kiss mama goodbye, Hush little child,
Hope: It’s mentioned almost every day, Tossed around in conversation like a boat at sea, Its true meaning unknown. Hope can be seen as a bird by one And a pen by another.
Stop! Don't think,Just breathe,It's over,He's gone,He can't see you cry, Deep BreathStop: the tears,The lies,The pain,The regret,The blame, Deep Breath
It’s 10amI am smiling at my sleeping lover, his daughter curled up next to him, so tiny and vulnerable.
Swimming is fun, Until you start drowning Life is like swimming under the ocean
I am nothing to you I'm sick of pretending to be okay sick of these lies and hatred everyone so cold nothing new everything so old and the truth be told
Ghosts of hatred screams of pain words of torture one fear one leader army of a million one thousand dark thoughts crys for help
Blood pools At the end of the stairway Caressing me Welcoming me Into eternity I fall and shatter Into millions of fragments So that nobody Can ever uncover Me again
I think the hardest thing to accept -
30 Things You’ve Probably Heard Someone With Anxiety Say: An Autobiographical Poem As Read by Its Author
30 things said by someone with
A/N: I was thinking about what I think makes me flawless, and I think it's my intense survival instinct. So here's a poem about that.
Please don't fly away Off of the bridge you always walk Please don't fly away From the chair and belt as I talk Please don't fly away just yet I know you're getting weak
They say "I don't get it." They say "I don't understand." "How can someone erase themself, Silently, a perminant end?" "He was always so happy" they say, "Always willing to lend a hand".
He got depressed The pain had got the best Of him and his mind No one knew of his distress Because he was the best At hiding things He chose the blade and then gently caressed
Dude, you know I was raped, right?
I don't want it. I just wish, that everyone will stop saying, "It's my fault" "It's all my fault". How come they're telling me that? Dont you know,
your handwriting in the letter. the way the blood splattered. how gracefully you jumped. and the sound that came from your landing. everything was perfect. except the ending.
Just an ordinary conversation With just an ordinary girl Until she raises her sleeves And you see her pain and struggle. You tell her over and over It's not worth it. But "escape" she says
The scars They scatter your skin A scathing reminder Of the internal warzone. The silver slither of the sharpness weighing a ton between your finger tips
Walking away from this pain, Leaving it behind, To try and see, A new light.
Death is a part of us all More than others But all death is for reason Which we don't know Until we die Ourselves Depression is real And it hurts
I’m not supposed to call it mine My anxiety and depression isn’t supposed to be mine, I’m supposed to distance myself because somehow that helps. Somehow saying it isn’t mine makes it okay
Forgive me for always wanting to be in love, I know it sounds dumb and stupid. But I rather be in love and feel it’s warmth then hurt from the outcome Of its winter cold.
“Sorry.” One word, her life upon a page. Glinting barbed wire wrapped around thin arms; The suit of armor was also a cage, And words inside her head did much more harm.
When people ask me why it looks like I play tic-tac-toe on my wrists, I tell 'em it's because that's where I can feel my body insisting Over, and over, and over again, That it's alive.
A million stars up in the sky one shines brighter I can't deny A love so precious a love so true a love that comes from me to you The angels sing when you are near within your arms I have nothing to fear
I loathe your addiction to cigarettesand the women you go to seebecause one is killing you
Every day, she gets called a different name. No one seems to see the pain it causes. To them, it’s all just a game, Even when she cries, no one pauses
I'm writing this letter to you,
Neglect–ed Ringed out with blood and stretch marks. Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes. They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling. I kept falling. I failed.
A silent killer, suicide It creeps into mind But stays inside A silent skiller, suicide You fake a smile But cut your wrist A silent killer, suicide You say "I'm fine"
Kids are dying Younger and younger By their own hand They're being pushed to the edge And they can't return They feel alone And helpless And have no where to go How many kids have to die
i lost myself in my blanketed tomb scars on my wrist and pills on my tongue couldn't breathe although i tried i tried and tried
He lay in his bed & cried His daughter ran away to hide But, What if she cries or dies Or even miss his warmth inside She runs & runs To where? Over there? Why?
I remember the night i tried killing myself, maybe i did die for a minute Life, i didnt want anything to do with it, i was sick of it, i prayed for a better way, for a day i wouldnt feel any pain
The things I hide From curious eyes. Oh, how they wish to see; But I can not show you the real me. I’m scarred, And broken, And long outspoken, Bruised, and hurt.
Sideways glancesSmirksSnickers behind binders But they don’t knowThey don’t know what she’s been throughThey wouldn’t do this if they knew
She’s going to kill herself Maybe not today or tomorrow, But someday she will, Before you cry “get a hotline”, Know that we tried. We tried so much, But her heart has already died.
I've always told myslef to be strong But what do I do on those days when the tears total to a tsunami; overflowing and chaotic, unable to control
I remember when they told me
Every day I pass you I smile so you do too Every day you see me you look right through The crows feet and the laugh lines that mark my face Do not stand a chance against the feelings I case
Tonight, I can write about a broken moment in time, About a lone wolf, Whose power and grace fell, As the heavens would cry, Shunned because she didn’t fit in, Didn’t agree with the status quo,
The only thing people define me by; "The emo girl with cuts on her wrists". Instead of discovering who I really am, they only see my many scars that lie on my wrist.
I look in the mirror What do I see? A shattered soul Simply, Me Alone in the world I try not to cry Sometimes I think Should I just...die?
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing, That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her, That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds, That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing, That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her, That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds, That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
I have a metal object... Do you know what it is? It could be heavy or light... Do you want to see it inmy hand?
Young in age but aged so young Denied no hymnal yet to be sung. Against Her good nature, no heed to Her grace Death stole a lamb with no wool to replace. Left in the Valley, taken tomorrow
Life is an enigma, That can’t be understood, Too many pieces lost in time, Like puzzle pieces scattered in the air, Emotions running high, The tears begin to fall,
The feeling of depression bogs you down, all the negatives are collapsing over and over again. No one is there, and no one can help, No one knows you, and you are all alone.