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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Kandicejohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:25am
Yesterday 2:25am
The Awaited Day
The day
I've been waiting
For has finally
Arrived
I lay there
On the floor
With the bloody knife
Gasping for air
Clinging to my last breath
Deaths hand
Reaches for me
Whispering
"You done your best.
Come now. It's time leave with me".
My life was hopeless
I wanted to flee
Throwing myself
Away into the arms
Of death
For eternity
Was my answer
I thought
It seemed
I closed my eyes
Wondering where I belong
Questioning myself
'Is this what
I really wanted...
I've been waiting
For has finally
Arrived
I lay there
On the floor
With the bloody knife
Gasping for air
Clinging to my last breath
Deaths hand
Reaches for me
Whispering
"You done your best.
Come now. It's time leave with me".
My life was hopeless
I wanted to flee
Throwing myself
Away into the arms
Of death
For eternity
Was my answer
I thought
It seemed
I closed my eyes
Wondering where I belong
Questioning myself
'Is this what
I really wanted...
#death
#suicide
#despair #suffering
#despair #suffering
29 reads
2 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 11:19pm
14th Sep 2019 11:19pm
The Belt
#depression
#dark
#death
#SelfHarm
#suicide
39 reads
2 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 9:39pm
12th Sep 2019 9:39pm
Suicidal Tragedy
#depression
#suicide
#hurt
47 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 4:15am
11th Sep 2019 4:15am
End of The Line Launderette and Dry Cleaners
Was there a shore here back when I went to the beach yestermorning?
Or was it just some kind of ill-bred story from my garbled dreams?
Still just an inch or so from homeless, after so many years of homes left ye behind.
And still yet no trumped-up, dirty lie truth to substantiate any ill'tended enmity.
Ye gotta hope tha'when the proverbial "deal goes down" it all comes out most clean.
We're all be sittjn'round with visions of really clean, total, perfect(ly) clean.
Then there be morticians have to Under'take the task of inserting an anal plug in...
Or was it just some kind of ill-bred story from my garbled dreams?
Still just an inch or so from homeless, after so many years of homes left ye behind.
And still yet no trumped-up, dirty lie truth to substantiate any ill'tended enmity.
Ye gotta hope tha'when the proverbial "deal goes down" it all comes out most clean.
We're all be sittjn'round with visions of really clean, total, perfect(ly) clean.
Then there be morticians have to Under'take the task of inserting an anal plug in...
#grief
#dark
#murder
#death
#suicide
56 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
The Things I Did
He joined the Marines at eighteen. A soldier through and through. He was tall, sturdy and always friendly. Daniel was my neighbor for nearly five years. He had moved from the high desert to the suburbs of L.A. so he could be closer to his grown children.
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
#soldiers
#war
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
46 reads
7 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 11:35pm
6th Sep 2019 11:35pm
The Episode
Round and round
The carousel goes
When will it stop?
Nobody knows
I spin in my mind
Alone everyday
Alone and unwanted
Please don’t go away
My mind is all scrambled
To me you’re a blur
I’m having an episode
That is all, nothing more
I tremble with panic
I stutter with fear
I’m sweating profusely
The end should be near
There’s no rhyme or reason
To trigger this show
It comes out of nowhere
I won’t let you go
Hold me a minute
Cuddle me as I shake
Let...
The carousel goes
When will it stop?
Nobody knows
I spin in my mind
Alone everyday
Alone and unwanted
Please don’t go away
My mind is all scrambled
To me you’re a blur
I’m having an episode
That is all, nothing more
I tremble with panic
I stutter with fear
I’m sweating profusely
The end should be near
There’s no rhyme or reason
To trigger this show
It comes out of nowhere
I won’t let you go
Hold me a minute
Cuddle me as I shake
Let...
#dark
#death
#suicide
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
66 reads
6 Comments
Hypodermicsally
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 10:18am
6th Sep 2019 10:18am
Bleed
I wanna cut my skin with blade,
Mother and dad,
Honey and bread,
I’m not sad,
I just wanna bleed,
Bleed until I am dead,
But I can't cause this is not the right time,
Bleeding is not a crime,
I'll die when I turn twenty-seven,
I might never ever go to heaven,
But I don't dare to care about it.
I’m high,
So high
High enough that I,
Wanna bleed until I die,
I would never lie,
I won’t even cry,
Maybe it’s a goodbye,
Oh, my red-eye,
Blood rain from the sky.
Everything I said has...
Mother and dad,
Honey and bread,
I’m not sad,
I just wanna bleed,
Bleed until I am dead,
But I can't cause this is not the right time,
Bleeding is not a crime,
I'll die when I turn twenty-seven,
I might never ever go to heaven,
But I don't dare to care about it.
I’m high,
So high
High enough that I,
Wanna bleed until I die,
I would never lie,
I won’t even cry,
Maybe it’s a goodbye,
Oh, my red-eye,
Blood rain from the sky.
Everything I said has...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
48 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 2:21am
4th Sep 2019 2:21am
Bagged Escape
She traveled through existence shattered
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be pounced on ...
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be pounced on ...
#abuse
#bullying
#suicide
86 reads
12 Comments
Christ08
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2019 9:10pm
2nd Sep 2019 9:10pm
Burden
Lack of rhyme
Not to waste time
Trying to converse
But I'll use this verse
With no one to whom I could speak
If I did you'd know I were a freak
Those who "care"
Those that never dare
They never want to know
What is really rolling and turning
They care not for this burning
They might see it all for show
This mind...
This burden I have of never showing who I really am...
Not to waste time
Trying to converse
But I'll use this verse
With no one to whom I could speak
If I did you'd know I were a freak
Those who "care"
Those that never dare
They never want to know
What is really rolling and turning
They care not for this burning
They might see it all for show
This mind...
This burden I have of never showing who I really am...
#suicide
26 reads
1 Comment
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2019 8:47pm
2nd Sep 2019 8:47pm
One Day Soon
#dark
#death
#suicide
#obsession
#DomesticViolence
125 reads
15 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 5:01pm
1st Sep 2019 5:01pm
Disappear
#dark
#death
#bullying
#suicide
#drugs
110 reads
11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 8:09am
1st Sep 2019 8:09am
Calls From The Beyond
I hear the voices calling,
Somewhere from the darkness in the beyond,
Like a choir and orchestra,
Playing a symphony,
With a beautiful ethereal song.
But they tell me its selfishness,
When one walks on the edge in this path,
Contemplation is but a mere reflection,
When the desire for death comes and goes.
There is so much beauty in it,
The culmination of life,
Leaving unanswered questions,
Like triumph and tragedy,
A mystery for those left behind.
Doesn’t anyone else hear the shadows?
A languid guilt...
Somewhere from the darkness in the beyond,
Like a choir and orchestra,
Playing a symphony,
With a beautiful ethereal song.
But they tell me its selfishness,
When one walks on the edge in this path,
Contemplation is but a mere reflection,
When the desire for death comes and goes.
There is so much beauty in it,
The culmination of life,
Leaving unanswered questions,
Like triumph and tragedy,
A mystery for those left behind.
Doesn’t anyone else hear the shadows?
A languid guilt...
#death
#suicide
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
69 reads
8 Comments
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