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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Judas Complex
Another night at this table
Same drink, different taste
Another time I slipped by a fable
Same anger, different pain
Smoke it to the filter
The bitterness seeps in like cancer
Feel the sting a little clearer
The question of you and I
And the answer
Say it!
Say it again!
One more time!
You traitor!
Another night at this table
And I feel this is more than just a stepping stone
Pray to the ghosts who once sat here
I stop and think, this is my cornerstone, my tombstone
Strike the bowl and...
Same drink, different taste
Another time I slipped by a fable
Same anger, different pain
Smoke it to the filter
The bitterness seeps in like cancer
Feel the sting a little clearer
The question of you and I
And the answer
Say it!
Say it again!
One more time!
You traitor!
Another night at this table
And I feel this is more than just a stepping stone
Pray to the ghosts who once sat here
I stop and think, this is my cornerstone, my tombstone
Strike the bowl and...
#anger
#family
#betrayal
#suicide
#religion
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The Next Generation Dorothy Stratten And Paul Snider
Lisa found
an old photo of her
mother while going through some boxes
in the attic and noticed she looked like Lisa
back when she was younger and on the
verge of becoming a
top model.
But when she
showed the pic to her dad
and asked him whatever happened to
her mother, he took a deep breath and told Lisa
that her real father went crazy
and shot her dead with his
own shotgun.
But that was
not before her mother
gave birth to Lisa and he raised her
after her real dad killed both her mom and... then......
an old photo of her
mother while going through some boxes
in the attic and noticed she looked like Lisa
back when she was younger and on the
verge of becoming a
top model.
But when she
showed the pic to her dad
and asked him whatever happened to
her mother, he took a deep breath and told Lisa
that her real father went crazy
and shot her dead with his
own shotgun.
But that was
not before her mother
gave birth to Lisa and he raised her
after her real dad killed both her mom and... then......
#murder
#death
#suicide
#fiction
#tragedy
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Cries Til Sunrise
I've come a long way since that fateful day
The day that GOD chose to take you away
My emotions use to sway towards ideation
But that sum didn't add up in the equation
Depression unsucessfully pulled me asunder
I couldn't see clearly like the Stevie Wonder
But I'm a Soldier with or without the uniform
I've earned my stripes and weathered storms
My heart's been torn but it's starting to mend
The pain's are subsiding but they'll never end
I bend but won't break for weight on my shoulders
No pain, no gains; I'm sane and...
The day that GOD chose to take you away
My emotions use to sway towards ideation
But that sum didn't add up in the equation
Depression unsucessfully pulled me asunder
I couldn't see clearly like the Stevie Wonder
But I'm a Soldier with or without the uniform
I've earned my stripes and weathered storms
My heart's been torn but it's starting to mend
The pain's are subsiding but they'll never end
I bend but won't break for weight on my shoulders
No pain, no gains; I'm sane and...
#love
#depression
#suicide #MentalHealth
#suicide #MentalHealth
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Vulture

#sadness
#hate
#abuse
#suicide
#confusion
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SYMPHONIYA DE TOSKA BOOK ONE: PREVIEW "IT'S ALL OVER."
It's All Over."
Where the sun dies,
The shadow of silence cries
On the wind where petals flutter
As we face each other
On the blossoms that grow
In the vision of the snow
Where the aurora of your eyes
Never dims and never dies.
It’s all over. It’s all over.
The pain is over.
In the underworld so cold,
We never will grow old.
Our passage will seem,
Like nothing but a dream.
We are falling leaves
In this desert of garden trees—
Our breath entwined in the sand
While we sleep here, hand in...
Where the sun dies,
The shadow of silence cries
On the wind where petals flutter
As we face each other
On the blossoms that grow
In the vision of the snow
Where the aurora of your eyes
Never dims and never dies.
It’s all over. It’s all over.
The pain is over.
In the underworld so cold,
We never will grow old.
Our passage will seem,
Like nothing but a dream.
We are falling leaves
In this desert of garden trees—
Our breath entwined in the sand
While we sleep here, hand in...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#suicide
#memorial
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Symphoniya de Toska BOOK ONE: PREVIEW: "AFTERLIVES"
SYMPHONIYA DE TOSKA BOOK ONE: COMING THURSDAY JANUARY 19TH FROM WHEELSONG BOOKS.
“Afterlives”
What is this now that I have closed my eyes?
My tears birth a Stygian flood.
What lights have gathered beyond the waves?
These winds, bearing the sighs of promises
We may have kept are weeping with souls.
And from amid the cries, you come to my side.
Such lament as you sing wakens an unknown pain.
Be not silent! Sing your woes that I may ache
As with life; fragile and dreaming:
Such woe as binds your fetters to my own. ...
“Afterlives”
What is this now that I have closed my eyes?
My tears birth a Stygian flood.
What lights have gathered beyond the waves?
These winds, bearing the sighs of promises
We may have kept are weeping with souls.
And from amid the cries, you come to my side.
Such lament as you sing wakens an unknown pain.
Be not silent! Sing your woes that I may ache
As with life; fragile and dreaming:
Such woe as binds your fetters to my own. ...
#love
#death
#suicide
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SYMPHONIYA DE TOSKA BOOK ONE: PREVIEW "LABYRINTH."
SYMPHONIYA DE TOSKA BOOK ONE: COMING THURSDAY, JANUARY 19TH FROM WHEELSONG BOOKS.
“Labyrinth”
I walked the labyrinth of the sunset.
Once, I knew the way…
But now, my eyes are closed,
And there is no hand in mine.
There never was…
I believed you were my guide.
Now I have forgotten the passage—
Though truly, I have walked alone.
These chambers are unfamiliar sights,
Once known as a sickness inside me:
A fever whose flame I drank of as wine
When I believed your heart swelled inside mine.
Gladdened by such...
“Labyrinth”
I walked the labyrinth of the sunset.
Once, I knew the way…
But now, my eyes are closed,
And there is no hand in mine.
There never was…
I believed you were my guide.
Now I have forgotten the passage—
Though truly, I have walked alone.
These chambers are unfamiliar sights,
Once known as a sickness inside me:
A fever whose flame I drank of as wine
When I believed your heart swelled inside mine.
Gladdened by such...
#love
#death
#suicide
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SAMPLE POEM ONE: SYMPHONIYA DE TOSKA
SYMPHONIYA DE TOSKA BOOK ONE: COMING THURSDAY, JANUARY 19TH FROM WHEELSONG BOOKS.
It must be a winter’s day in Hell.
The sun that once burned us
Shines no more…
If you should waken me,
No-one must know
Of what I have dreamed.
In a passage once set aflame,
You still sleep amid the snow.
It must be a cold day…
Were there ever flowers
In the fields with their glow?
Did they ever sway in a breeze of steel?
Is it still summer, summer above?
Are the birds singing where I cannot hear?
The sky must be...
It must be a winter’s day in Hell.
The sun that once burned us
Shines no more…
If you should waken me,
No-one must know
Of what I have dreamed.
In a passage once set aflame,
You still sleep amid the snow.
It must be a cold day…
Were there ever flowers
In the fields with their glow?
Did they ever sway in a breeze of steel?
Is it still summer, summer above?
Are the birds singing where I cannot hear?
The sky must be...
#breakup
#death
#suicide
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Stomach Pump
For some fool idea of love
You scrawled your name
on the paper wall of death
to sleep when the pen falls
but what about me
you dumb bastard
What about life?
You scrawled your name
on the paper wall of death
to sleep when the pen falls
but what about me
you dumb bastard
What about life?
#death
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
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Last Chance
Mommy tells me everything will be fine
Papa can't look me in the eye
Brother gives me a knowing glance
I give myself one last chance
One more chance to do it right,
One last time to put up a fight
One more time before I run out of thread,
Because when I do I'll end up dead
If I fail perhaps they'll say I was far too young to die,
But in their eyes is there ever really a right time to say goodbye?
Papa can't look me in the eye
Brother gives me a knowing glance
I give myself one last chance
One more chance to do it right,
One last time to put up a fight
One more time before I run out of thread,
Because when I do I'll end up dead
If I fail perhaps they'll say I was far too young to die,
But in their eyes is there ever really a right time to say goodbye?
#depression
#suicide
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Consequences of a decision
They bring me upstairs, security in tow
They tell me that it is just protocol when they see me anxiously twiddling
Now I sit here, in this blank room,
A bed drilled to the floor and a camera watching my every move
I can feel the person on the other side watching as I stare,
Out of the double paned window,
Wanting to jump right out and fall through the air
It's the same routine every day,
They would ask how I am feeling,
They would ask if I wanted to end it,
They would ask what I would do if they let me go
They would ask why I did...
They tell me that it is just protocol when they see me anxiously twiddling
Now I sit here, in this blank room,
A bed drilled to the floor and a camera watching my every move
I can feel the person on the other side watching as I stare,
Out of the double paned window,
Wanting to jump right out and fall through the air
It's the same routine every day,
They would ask how I am feeling,
They would ask if I wanted to end it,
They would ask what I would do if they let me go
They would ask why I did...
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
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Embers left to grow
I tell them my mind is burning and that I can not put it out
I told them the embers were there years ago,
That I convinced myself it would be better to let them go out on their own
I should have known better,
That those embers would grow
Now I'm left here with a mind aglow
It may be to late now that the fire is raging,
But perhaps, just maybe, this mind is worth saving?
I told them the embers were there years ago,
That I convinced myself it would be better to let them go out on their own
I should have known better,
That those embers would grow
Now I'm left here with a mind aglow
It may be to late now that the fire is raging,
But perhaps, just maybe, this mind is worth saving?
#sadness
#depression
#suicide #rhyming
#suicide #rhyming
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