Challenge: Suicide Note
The air has fallen still tonight,
Watching her try so hard to get it right.
She engraves a message in her skin,
A hidden window to the grief within.
Pulsing in her fractured heart,
Is a steady torrent of the dark.
Constantly repeated a twisted song,
Woes of how the earth has done her wrong.
With rose red lips she begs for peace,
And with a gleam of silver she finds release.
The sorrow trickles down her wrist,
Yet such petty emotions still persist.
“Lo!” She cries,” I am none but fear!”
With that she sheds just one more tear.
The moonlight reflecting all her scars,
As she loses hope beneath the stars.
With shaking hands she looks to the sky,
Far to drained to ask more than ‘Why?’
Her lies have scattered among the ground,
Her mistakes becoming her only shroud.
What has she done to deserve such a fate?
She is simply a victim of our hate!
Too young to die, she still must try,
‘Tis seems like happy endings are but a lie…
She digs her knife deeper in her arm,
Meaning more than just self-harm.
As she settles beneath the blanket of night,
She lets the world slip past her sight.
Relief is near, yet so far,
As she becomes nothing but a scar.
I become nothing but a scar
Watching her try so hard to get it right.
She engraves a message in her skin,
A hidden window to the grief within.
Pulsing in her fractured heart,
Is a steady torrent of the dark.
Constantly repeated a twisted song,
Woes of how the earth has done her wrong.
With rose red lips she begs for peace,
And with a gleam of silver she finds release.
The sorrow trickles down her wrist,
Yet such petty emotions still persist.
“Lo!” She cries,” I am none but fear!”
With that she sheds just one more tear.
The moonlight reflecting all her scars,
As she loses hope beneath the stars.
With shaking hands she looks to the sky,
Far to drained to ask more than ‘Why?’
Her lies have scattered among the ground,
Her mistakes becoming her only shroud.
What has she done to deserve such a fate?
She is simply a victim of our hate!
Too young to die, she still must try,
‘Tis seems like happy endings are but a lie…
She digs her knife deeper in her arm,
Meaning more than just self-harm.
As she settles beneath the blanket of night,
She lets the world slip past her sight.
Relief is near, yet so far,
As she becomes nothing but a scar.
I become nothing but a scar
its a quote from a song. if u want to know what song or anything message me
Goodbye my friend, goodbye my love, you're in my heart
It was preordained that we should part,
and be united by and by, united by and by.
Goodbye no handshake to endure.
Now there's nothing.
Let's have no sadness, furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now.
Though living is no newer...
Like roses, we blossom then die
Like roses, we've fallen apart.
(and it was written in blood on a suicide note the night beore he died)
Goodbye my friend, goodbye my love, you're in my heart
It was preordained that we should part,
and be united by and by, united by and by.
Goodbye no handshake to endure.
Now there's nothing.
Let's have no sadness, furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now.
Though living is no newer...
Like roses, we blossom then die
Like roses, we've fallen apart.
(and it was written in blood on a suicide note the night beore he died)
To whom it may concern:
Here I am 27 years old, living the life of a prisoner behind the bars of even the most dangerous prison, wondering why I am still here, why I still chose to deal with the pain when everyone knows that there is an easy way out. I am so god damn angry over the fact that my life has turned into nothing but shit, that the people in my life are shit and couldn't care what happens to me. When I was a little girl I never thought in a million years that the people that were supposed to love me, would be the same people who destroyed me in the end. I have always prided myself on my ability to ignore the hurt, ignore the pain and go on with my daily life. However, somewhere down the line I lost my ability to do so, so much so that I find myself today standing in front of a mirror that has been shattered to pieces. The shattered pieces of the mirror resemble that of my broken life, only difference is the mirror can be glued back together or replaced, my life is unfixable and so thus needs to be disposed of. As I go to grab a shard of glass I slit my wrist enough to sign this note with, all the while slowing slitting my own throat spilling all the hurt, the pain, the torture, the bullshit and leaving behind the memories of what it was like to be a abused child.
Here I am 27 years old, living the life of a prisoner behind the bars of even the most dangerous prison, wondering why I am still here, why I still chose to deal with the pain when everyone knows that there is an easy way out. I am so god damn angry over the fact that my life has turned into nothing but shit, that the people in my life are shit and couldn't care what happens to me. When I was a little girl I never thought in a million years that the people that were supposed to love me, would be the same people who destroyed me in the end. I have always prided myself on my ability to ignore the hurt, ignore the pain and go on with my daily life. However, somewhere down the line I lost my ability to do so, so much so that I find myself today standing in front of a mirror that has been shattered to pieces. The shattered pieces of the mirror resemble that of my broken life, only difference is the mirror can be glued back together or replaced, my life is unfixable and so thus needs to be disposed of. As I go to grab a shard of glass I slit my wrist enough to sign this note with, all the while slowing slitting my own throat spilling all the hurt, the pain, the torture, the bullshit and leaving behind the memories of what it was like to be a abused child.
"Coda" by Dorothy Parker
"There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living,
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest's for a clam in a shell,
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle-
Would you kindly direct me to hell?
"There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living,
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest's for a clam in a shell,
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle-
Would you kindly direct me to hell?
For all the times we have fought
and the hours I have cried.
I believed in you, trusted you
and your unending lies.
Now my heart is shattered
like the glasses on the floor.
I'm left with loneliness
and I cant take anymore.
So i've devised a plan
one to end it all.
It's painless, like a jump.
Simple as a fall.
I don't have to wait,
I wont grow ill.
In front of me sits
a bottle of pills.
I choke them down,
one by one.
I want to turn back,
but the deeds been done.
I start to feel dizzy,
a tear rolls down my cheek.
More and more pour,
as I slowly fall asleep.
I want them to know
that I felt no pain.
So i've left some letters
for when their eyes drip rain.
and the hours I have cried.
I believed in you, trusted you
and your unending lies.
Now my heart is shattered
like the glasses on the floor.
I'm left with loneliness
and I cant take anymore.
So i've devised a plan
one to end it all.
It's painless, like a jump.
Simple as a fall.
I don't have to wait,
I wont grow ill.
In front of me sits
a bottle of pills.
I choke them down,
one by one.
I want to turn back,
but the deeds been done.
I start to feel dizzy,
a tear rolls down my cheek.
More and more pour,
as I slowly fall asleep.
I want them to know
that I felt no pain.
So i've left some letters
for when their eyes drip rain.
Suicide Note
Dear world,
Take this note
Crumple it up
Turn it to smoke
Give them tranquility
As I fade away
Let them smile for once
As their days are saved
Dear Mom,
You never cared
i tried so hard
My love never shared
You never noticed
So I started to cut
You start to yell
You hit me, and tell me to shut up
Dear Dad,
Fuck the world
You don't care either
You make me want to hurl
You act so pleasant
Until you yell
You think there's no reason
Why I hide in this shell
So this is my letter to one and all
I don't care any more
So just watch me fall
Suicides here let me go
Don't watch as I forget what I know
No one here to see me go forward...
Dear world,
Take this note
Crumple it up
Turn it to smoke
Give them tranquility
As I fade away
Let them smile for once
As their days are saved
Dear Mom,
You never cared
i tried so hard
My love never shared
You never noticed
So I started to cut
You start to yell
You hit me, and tell me to shut up
Dear Dad,
Fuck the world
You don't care either
You make me want to hurl
You act so pleasant
Until you yell
You think there's no reason
Why I hide in this shell
So this is my letter to one and all
I don't care any more
So just watch me fall
Suicides here let me go
Don't watch as I forget what I know
No one here to see me go forward...
Give a boy a gun
Give a boy a gun
A shot in the head makes him done
Give a girl a knife
Cuts herself deep to end her strife
Give a boy a rope
He'll hang himself 'cause he lost all hope
Give a girl some pills
An overdose will leave her all still
But give them all a chance
To leave them out of their neverending trance
Give a boy a gun
A shot in the head makes him done
Give a girl a knife
Cuts herself deep to end her strife
Give a boy a rope
He'll hang himself 'cause he lost all hope
Give a girl some pills
An overdose will leave her all still
But give them all a chance
To leave them out of their neverending trance
You and I, Suicide (inspired by maikeru555)
You and i suicide
Come and grab the cyanide
Then we can go run and hide
You and i suicide
You and i, suicide
I have no one to confide
All the feeling i have inside
That's why i'll committ my suicide
You and i, Suicide
You said you already tried
Well so have i;my heart has died
When will be your suicide
You and i suicide
I found out that you had lied
But this is not my time to cry
It's just i in suicide
You and i suicide
Come and grab the cyanide
Then we can go run and hide
You and i suicide
You and i, suicide
I have no one to confide
All the feeling i have inside
That's why i'll committ my suicide
You and i, Suicide
You said you already tried
Well so have i;my heart has died
When will be your suicide
You and i suicide
I found out that you had lied
But this is not my time to cry
It's just i in suicide
The Flooding (I Guess Third Time Isn't the Charm)
I grab the blade
Right to my wrist
I see my sight fade
Well,ignorance is bliss
Waking up I see red
The blood on my arm, but I'm not dead
I'll try again
Give a week or two
I start my own trend
Since I'm not apart of you
Failure! Failure! I cannot succeed
What do I have to do to get what I need
The third time will come
I will win
I will stop when I'm done
I'm not doing this again
Cut, I slit my wrist a few more
I start to shake, I fall to the floor
I drag myself to the bath, hot water fill it up!
Lay myself in so my blood won't stop up
I keep on soaking, the water swims with blood
But I will soon realize I can't die from this flood.
I grab the blade
Right to my wrist
I see my sight fade
Well,ignorance is bliss
Waking up I see red
The blood on my arm, but I'm not dead
I'll try again
Give a week or two
I start my own trend
Since I'm not apart of you
Failure! Failure! I cannot succeed
What do I have to do to get what I need
The third time will come
I will win
I will stop when I'm done
I'm not doing this again
Cut, I slit my wrist a few more
I start to shake, I fall to the floor
I drag myself to the bath, hot water fill it up!
Lay myself in so my blood won't stop up
I keep on soaking, the water swims with blood
But I will soon realize I can't die from this flood.
If you're reading this, it means curiosity killed the cat.
The cat being me. I always did want to figure out what happened when you died, and I guess I just got impatient. So I experimented, and if you're reading this it must have worked.
So I was curious like a cat. It's a metaphor. Get it? Imagine me laughing.
...You're now officially imagining a dead person laughing.
The cat being me. I always did want to figure out what happened when you died, and I guess I just got impatient. So I experimented, and if you're reading this it must have worked.
So I was curious like a cat. It's a metaphor. Get it? Imagine me laughing.
...You're now officially imagining a dead person laughing.
arrgh i cant take it anymore its killing me inside
i wana go to the heavens above leave this hell of a life
im so tempted to pick up the knife
i wasted my time i could of used the butchers knife
i know i havent been a real wife
the day you saw me with him for you it was a change of life
but i guess its time for me to end my life
i wana go to the heavens above leave this hell of a life
im so tempted to pick up the knife
i wasted my time i could of used the butchers knife
i know i havent been a real wife
the day you saw me with him for you it was a change of life
but i guess its time for me to end my life
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