Poems about Suicide
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Poetry about suicide and suicidal thoughts, including poems about overcoming dark feelings and showing suicidal people that they are not alone.
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Poem Published
Yesterday 5:43pm
Yesterday 5:43pm
human
I've seen the passing of a thousand souls
Walked the bridges to a thousand roads
Made a friend upon the hills of old
Felt the touch of the wind and the cold
In recollecting of the ones I've seen
Too hurt and broken to live a new dream
An empty bottle in the hope-less line
Running on broken loves songs, all
out of time
I bought a new bag to keep myself in
To hide away all my filth and my sin
Caught in the past, un-found again
Dried up and washed up with some
pills and a friend
Wretched times...
Walked the bridges to a thousand roads
Made a friend upon the hills of old
Felt the touch of the wind and the cold
In recollecting of the ones I've seen
Too hurt and broken to live a new dream
An empty bottle in the hope-less line
Running on broken loves songs, all
out of time
I bought a new bag to keep myself in
To hide away all my filth and my sin
Caught in the past, un-found again
Dried up and washed up with some
pills and a friend
Wretched times...
#happiness
#love
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#humankind
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tomgoonery
Tommy.
Tommy.
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:32am
Yesterday 5:32am
Tommy Cobain
It's hard to explain.
What's wrong with my brain?
Even my loved ones have called me insane.
I live in the dark, I'm lovin' the pain.
I just bought a shotgun, I'm Tommy Cobain.
I'm already dead, I'm dying again.
Admire the beauty — my lifeless remains.
I'm going to hell, but I cannot complain.
Like, sure, hell is hot, but at least it don't rain.
I'm cutting my losses, I'm dying in vain.
Awaited some changes, but all was the same.
I'm broke in the heart, and it's looking for change.
I envy the joy that I cannot attain.
What's wrong with my brain?
Even my loved ones have called me insane.
I live in the dark, I'm lovin' the pain.
I just bought a shotgun, I'm Tommy Cobain.
I'm already dead, I'm dying again.
Admire the beauty — my lifeless remains.
I'm going to hell, but I cannot complain.
Like, sure, hell is hot, but at least it don't rain.
I'm cutting my losses, I'm dying in vain.
Awaited some changes, but all was the same.
I'm broke in the heart, and it's looking for change.
I envy the joy that I cannot attain.
#sadness
#depression
#death
#suicide
#rhyming
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
21st May 2020 4:16pm
21st May 2020 4:16pm
The Late Steve Cash II
Poor Steve Cash decided that he wanted to die.
When we lose a good person, we always ask why.
He made "Talking Kitty Cat" videos and that was great.
But when he took his life, it was something we would hate.
Steve suffered from a mental disorder and it was a terrible ordeal.
He was Bipolar and I'm Paranoid Schizophrenic, I know what it's like to be mentally ill.
When poor Steve took his own life, his fans sure didn't love it.
If I could've talked to him, maybe I could've talked him out of it.
I would've told Steve that life is worth living even if a...
When we lose a good person, we always ask why.
He made "Talking Kitty Cat" videos and that was great.
But when he took his life, it was something we would hate.
Steve suffered from a mental disorder and it was a terrible ordeal.
He was Bipolar and I'm Paranoid Schizophrenic, I know what it's like to be mentally ill.
When poor Steve took his own life, his fans sure didn't love it.
If I could've talked to him, maybe I could've talked him out of it.
I would've told Steve that life is worth living even if a...
#death
#suicide
#bipolar
#cats
#nonfiction
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th May 2020 10:59pm
19th May 2020 10:59pm
Vista Hermosa
Don’t go down that avenue,
You’ll fall in love with the beautiful views,
But for those who dare explore this thoroughfare,
Be aware the affaire may leave you with a new muse.
Yet in the path they have chosen to tread,
Some instead become entranced by opportunity and chance,
Spellbound and breathless believing it's profound and deathless,
To be in ecstasy with a stunning fantasy and then perhaps romance.
Fascinated some follow the trail like it’s the holy grail,
But then they fail to realize that they too have become obsessed,
In...
You’ll fall in love with the beautiful views,
But for those who dare explore this thoroughfare,
Be aware the affaire may leave you with a new muse.
Yet in the path they have chosen to tread,
Some instead become entranced by opportunity and chance,
Spellbound and breathless believing it's profound and deathless,
To be in ecstasy with a stunning fantasy and then perhaps romance.
Fascinated some follow the trail like it’s the holy grail,
But then they fail to realize that they too have become obsessed,
In...
#death
#suicide
#UnrequitedLove
#despair
#ForbiddenLove
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6 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
18th May 2020 11:33am
18th May 2020 11:33am
a "fight for your life"
the edge; one's resting there;
the pier; one's resting near;
the ocean; thoughts unclear;
the silence and despair;
the question; why's one here;
subjective atmospheres;
when naked; death feels near;
the efforts, disappear....
the whispers in one's ears;
the message; appears clear;
it's best when no one's there;
the test; goes on for years;
suppressed, and buried near;
some quick to call it fear;
depleted; with less air;
expression; empty...
the pier; one's resting near;
the ocean; thoughts unclear;
the silence and despair;
the question; why's one here;
subjective atmospheres;
when naked; death feels near;
the efforts, disappear....
the whispers in one's ears;
the message; appears clear;
it's best when no one's there;
the test; goes on for years;
suppressed, and buried near;
some quick to call it fear;
depleted; with less air;
expression; empty...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#frustration
#disappointment
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A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
17th May 2020 4:22am
17th May 2020 4:22am
There's No Rest for Me
Bound by the need to survive in this world
Do this, do that, go home, do it again.
I hate my home.
There's no rest for me here.
I'm alone in my struggle to live for myself.
I want it to end.
I want to end it all.
Do this, do that, go home, do it again.
I hate my home.
There's no rest for me here.
I'm alone in my struggle to live for myself.
I want it to end.
I want to end it all.
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#suicide
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
17th May 2020 2:24am
17th May 2020 2:24am
Suicide
Nobody cares whether he lives or dies,
So he loses his reasons for living
The girl he loves doesn’t love him
She turned down his advances
No woman has ever returned his love
He feels as if he doesn’t fit in with others
And sadness is his only friend
He’s ignorant of the sting of death,
But he doesn’t want to continue living this way
Life without love means nothing to him,
So today he’s going to kill himself
He’s standing on the edge of the roof of a skyscraper
A gusty wind is blowing from the north
He’s trembling and his...
So he loses his reasons for living
The girl he loves doesn’t love him
She turned down his advances
No woman has ever returned his love
He feels as if he doesn’t fit in with others
And sadness is his only friend
He’s ignorant of the sting of death,
But he doesn’t want to continue living this way
Life without love means nothing to him,
So today he’s going to kill himself
He’s standing on the edge of the roof of a skyscraper
A gusty wind is blowing from the north
He’s trembling and his...
#sadness
#love
#women
#death
#suicide
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essiebessie34
Poem Published
16th May 2020 11:36am
16th May 2020 11:36am
Promises of true love
I swear I swear
To always care
To never go back
Under attack
Only in daylight
When it’s not hard to fight
and never at night
When I have no sight
You swear you swear
To never tear
Your skin over your chest
putting yourself to the test
For the bleeding scars
Are worse than cigars
A powerful addiction
And desperate condition
We swear we swear
To always be fair
To be strong when it’s hardest
when our minds are the darkest. ...
To always care
To never go back
Under attack
Only in daylight
When it’s not hard to fight
and never at night
When I have no sight
You swear you swear
To never tear
Your skin over your chest
putting yourself to the test
For the bleeding scars
Are worse than cigars
A powerful addiction
And desperate condition
We swear we swear
To always be fair
To be strong when it’s hardest
when our minds are the darkest. ...
#love
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#fear
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Tina2020
Tina Delaney
Tina Delaney
Poem Published
14th May 2020 4:05pm
14th May 2020 4:05pm
Life goes on
The hands are shook and the prayers are said.
I sit alone here on your bed.
Why you left I'll never know
But some will say God called you home
The hole you left there's no denying
Can't hold back the tears or I can't stop crying
The blood stained sheets still on your bed
Where you raised a pistol to your head
The reason why I’ll never know
The love you lost and so much more
Your wife your kids are now alone
To carry on we have no choice, to never hear you loving voice
The pain I feel you will never know
Until...
I sit alone here on your bed.
Why you left I'll never know
But some will say God called you home
The hole you left there's no denying
Can't hold back the tears or I can't stop crying
The blood stained sheets still on your bed
Where you raised a pistol to your head
The reason why I’ll never know
The love you lost and so much more
Your wife your kids are now alone
To carry on we have no choice, to never hear you loving voice
The pain I feel you will never know
Until...
#dark
#death
#suicide
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ValerieCD92
Poem Published
13th May 2020 11:02pm
13th May 2020 11:02pm
A Letter Home
Dear Mom and Dad,
I can't do this life thing anymore. I'm just too sad. Please take care of whiskers for me. Remember he likes the generic brand cat food. Tell Joey I'm sorry, maybe one day when he's older you can explain my disease to him. I left some money on my night stand to help pay for some of the funeral costs. You can cremate me if it's cheaper. I'll try not to make too big of a mess on the bathroom floor. I laid out the old towels. You probably won't miss them. Will you miss me mom? How about you dad? I'm sorry.
Love,
Valerie
I can't do this life thing anymore. I'm just too sad. Please take care of whiskers for me. Remember he likes the generic brand cat food. Tell Joey I'm sorry, maybe one day when he's older you can explain my disease to him. I left some money on my night stand to help pay for some of the funeral costs. You can cremate me if it's cheaper. I'll try not to make too big of a mess on the bathroom floor. I laid out the old towels. You probably won't miss them. Will you miss me mom? How about you dad? I'm sorry.
Love,
Valerie
#suicide
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
12th May 2020 00:22am
12th May 2020 00:22am
Dark Forest
Once upon a blue moon,
Came a death not too soon
Nor too late,
For it was to be his fate.
Dark was the night,
The silhouettes of the trees were quite a fright,
As they were illuminated solely by the moon,
Accompanied by the birds' gentile, eerie, croon.
Cautiously, gingerly even, each of his footsteps slowly made its way
Through the darkened forest of decay.
He found that which he was seeking,
The being for whom he had been searching.
Her skin was a ghastly pale,
Like something out of a fairy-tale,
Her eyes...
Came a death not too soon
Nor too late,
For it was to be his fate.
Dark was the night,
The silhouettes of the trees were quite a fright,
As they were illuminated solely by the moon,
Accompanied by the birds' gentile, eerie, croon.
Cautiously, gingerly even, each of his footsteps slowly made its way
Through the darkened forest of decay.
He found that which he was seeking,
The being for whom he had been searching.
Her skin was a ghastly pale,
Like something out of a fairy-tale,
Her eyes...
#dark
#gothic
#death
#suicide
#forest
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Last
Poem Published
11th May 2020 8:16am
11th May 2020 8:16am
Unknown
I find happiness in the dark,
I find happiness in my sadness,
I find happiness in the silence,
Oh oh,
I find that I'm desperately,
Holding on to a rope,
I find that I'm desperately,
Holding on to a thin piece of hope,
I've been wondering,
If you could save me?
If you can't it's alright,
You're not the first to have tried,
Sometimes I wonder if it's me?
Or my anxiety?
Or is it you?
Are my speculations true?
Have you been tearing my heart?
Have you been ripping me apart?
From the inside out,
Why...
I find happiness in my sadness,
I find happiness in the silence,
Oh oh,
I find that I'm desperately,
Holding on to a rope,
I find that I'm desperately,
Holding on to a thin piece of hope,
I've been wondering,
If you could save me?
If you can't it's alright,
You're not the first to have tried,
Sometimes I wonder if it's me?
Or my anxiety?
Or is it you?
Are my speculations true?
Have you been tearing my heart?
Have you been ripping me apart?
From the inside out,
Why...
#suicide
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