Suicide

Read my poems Dark decor or Heartbeat for ideas.

My Release

An agonizing cry pierces through the cold, dead night
He cowers in a dark room holding his knife with all his might.
His hands quiver as they curl into tight fists
Arms burn as blood flows from his cut up wrists.
There's so much pain, anger, and strife
He's sick and tired of living this tormented life.
His hands are scarred from always punching his door
All he feels like doing is cutting, cutting, and cutting some more.
He's too familiar with seeing his own blood
Even now it pours out of his wounds like a slow dark flood.
Every tug results in more red tears
Every cut strips away more suffering, more fears.
Soon all that's left is a hollow, scarred shell
His body burns as if he'd been thrown into the fiery pits of hell.
He feels trapped, stuck in a bind
His room spins, he's starting to lose his mind.
"You're just no good" he tells himself with a frown
It's your own damn fault that you're feeling down.
He puts the grey steel once more against his wrist, it feels cold
Suddenly he feels fine, even a little bold.
He tugs with a confidence that he didn't have before
Ground rushes up to meet him as he hits the floor.
He sees the pool of blood stain the white sheet
Feels quite calm as his heart slowly stops to beat.
He lets go of his knife, lets out a relieved sigh
Closes his eyes and finally whispers goodbye.

Goodbye My Love

I'm sitting here in our room
Sitting all alone
Writing you this letter
For when you come home
It states that I must end this
I must put a stop to the fights
I can't take much more
So I'm ending it tonight
I just want you to know
It was me not you
I must go because I'm
A broken hearted fool
I just wanted to say before
I go down below or up above
I'm really sorry
And goodbye my love.

Both of them are great. New challenge. Add the essence of suicide. Make the reader fell like they are the victim.

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        < suicide #37 >
       
          matches

          gasoline

    (it's supposed to hurt)

           - - -

blind eyes take lives

lost and forgotten
she begged us to seek her...
we marched past with heads down.

wracked and neglected
she willed the world to care...
it maintained its self-gravitating tilt.

fading and desperate
she searched for a rekindling...
they hoarded their passion.


hanging and breathless
she succumbed to it all...
no one even cut her down

My first attempt was mediocre if that
I tried the thing from constantine with the cat
Wanted to see if hell was a real
To see if the devil and I could make a deal
Nothing happened and I was quite dissappointed
You might not expect this from a boy who is supposedly annointed
A family with religious ties and a christian back ground
If god is looking down on me, it's most likely with a frown
I haven't done much good in my life why start
There's not much room in this ice cold heart
I have done nothing but break the hearts of women
It always starts off good, but never a fairy tale ending
Then there was the one time that bitch broke mine
It's history, but shit hasn't healed after all this time
Oh well, it won't matter once I'm gone forever
I 'll write a nifty suicide note, "goodbye cruel world", something clever
I've hurt so many people I wonder if anyone will miss me?
Will they wonder why I did it, will they think I took the easy way like a sissy?
I've already made the noose, it's been hidden for awhile now
This will be the best joke, and I'm the clown
I'm only eighteen and I think my life sucks
I used to play chicken with semi trucks
A life full of let downs, emptiness, and heart breaks
I'm fed up with all this bull shit, all my heart does is ache
Shit, my parents are almost home from the ceremony
I gotta get on with my unholy matrimony
No time for my suicide note I guess
This'll have to be do it's best
I'll be right back.........

This probably doesn't make anyone feel like a victim.



Pills on the counter, and all over the floor
I’ve taken all I can take, I just can’t do anymore
Walking into afterlife, or perhaps the lack of one
Nothing more to do, the peace of being done

I stopped crying, three or four hours ago
When I finally decided to sever my life flow
Guilt, oh how you pile up around my now cold bath
How will those who loved me forgive this path

Perhaps it isn’t too late, to find a way out of this cloud
But how could I meet the eyes of the pity crowd
Standing around my hospital bed, rubbing hands, cooing softly
My soft side can’t leave my loves so quickly, so cruely

But that other voice speaks up, loud and clear
“They don’t love you.” He whispers to my fear
My doubt regresses at this unspeakable truth
And I lay back to give away my youth

No suicide night note, no letter telling why
But if they don’t know, all the more reason to goodbye
They’ll move on from this pain, I did twice
People will crowd around them to give them sweet advice

Too late now, all choice gone as world sinks to black
Too late for me to try to take anything back
Oh no, that faint feeling of hands dragging me away from my goal
Sirens outside, tears dripping down, feels like they’re hitting my soul

Unfortunately it looks like I’m going to have a second chance
Another time to be rejected by life, at its annual dance
I wake up to several happy sighs of relief
I tell myself “Next time be more thorough, avoid all this grief”

Cross my heart

And hope to die

I loved you but

You said goodbye

You want to be

With someone new

I guess I’m just

Too bore for you

You took my heart

I want to die

But I’m too scared

So I’ll have to try

Try to live the lonely days

Try to change my screwed up ways

So cross my heart

I hope to die

I love you but

You have said goodbye.

Great entries everyone. Can't wait for more!

There is some fantastic writing in here. Being one who has attempted suicide six times and been revived twice and wrote through it all, this is actually refreshing in a positive way. I don't feel alone.

Suicidium

I couldn't open my eyes
and my skin
was burning from the abrasion
of me hitting the floor the way I had,
on the carpet
from sliding off the bed
where just to the left
was a
tangled

broken

noose.


the left of my face bleeding,
skin completely effaced
same with my right knee.
I could feel my ribs holding my whole upper body up
and they were faltering slowly,
my fingers reaching for something
maybe something to stop the bleeding
but I'm sure it was more than that.
I'm so sure.

Mr. Grim:

Silence, and still the laughs
Perhaps this life is comical
Cackling into an abyssal face
That would piss it off!
Decaying, slowly dying…
Or just another passing phase?
Suicide, another alternative
Living should be optional
A choice that becomes overly cynical
Toil in despair, and it shall bring on misery
At least both will have new friends then…

Mr. Grim
Thanks for introducing us,
It must have been fate…
Why else would I have died?
Save some time, put burial aside…
Smile, I knew you’d do this to us
All along…

Deafening, and hear the beats
Maybe this afterlife is plausible
Drooling into oblivion's mouth
That might put it off!
Resurrecting, fast approaching...
Could another one take our place?
Attempted suicide, an act of cowardice
Surviving should be unforgivable
A forced decision thought overly critical
Spoil the disdain, and it’ll all fall through
At least somebody tried…

Mr. Grim
How do you do?
It must have been chance…
Why else would I have departed?
Save some face, before we start rotting…
Frown, you knew that smile wouldn’t last
All along…

A moment of weakness,

A slow release,
Of all my sorrow,
A lukewarm bath,
No thoughts of tomorrow
A gentle blade,
Licks my arm,
A trickle of blood,
Does all the harm,
A flow of tears,
Followed by a piercing laugh,
A sense of freedom,
Yet a gain of pain,
A realisation comes,
Now im losing control,
A cry for help,
Waiting for an answer,
A loss of conciousness,
It's too late now,
A saviour isn't coming,
My last look at life
A thought of why
In my last
Moment of weakness....

Regrets
I watch you walk over to me with that same angry/sad look on your face.
I watch as you sit down in silence. I stand infront of you, I'm wearing my blue and white gypsy skirt, your favorite, with my hands clasped infront of me
but as usual you won't look at me.
The plastic on the flowers you brought me makes the only noise as the cool autum breeze ruffles them.
As I waite for you to begin, the silence grows louder and louder until you finaly say "I can't do this anymore...its time for me to move on".
I stand in silence as I've heard this before, infact you say it every time you come back to me.
Angry you say to me "I don't know why you were never happy with me, you were always so negative, everything I said you took wrong".
I watch as the muscles in your face harden and as your face does a slight twitch then harden as you lower your eyes and say "I'm leaving you today".
I gently brush your cheek with with my fingers as I tell you I miss you.
You brush them away as if its nothing more than an annoying little gnat.
You sit quietly as if your waiting for my response.
A tear slips down my face in silence as your lower your face into your cupped hands and cry. Sobbing you say "Oh god baby why did you do this!"
My hands drop to my sides as the wounds on my wrists open back up and bleed silent tears to the soft grass below.
You dry your eyes and put the flowers you brought me, lillies my favorite, onto my cold headstone...your fingers linger for a moment and you whisper
" I love you I'll see you next week".
I watch you leave and the wind carries my whisper to you "Im sorry I love you too come back to me".....




Written by Inaya    
Published 30th June 2011 4:40am  
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