Long Poems About Suicide
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Xaphan
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2022 7:20pm
2nd Jul 2022 7:20pm
I'm Going To Torture You
#dark
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#despair
#nightmares
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HollowHeart
Issa Autumn
Issa Autumn
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 1:20pm
30th Jun 2022 1:20pm
My Anti-Muse
#sadness
#depression
#heartbroken
#betrayal
#suicide
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CruelHandedWriter
Jamie Rhodes
Jamie Rhodes
Poem Published
19th May 2022 12:18pm
19th May 2022 12:18pm
The Hardest of Days
#depression
#loneliness
#suicide
#shadows
#weakness
323 reads
6 Comments
Rianne
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 6:01pm
24th Apr 2022 6:01pm
Heroic lover
Before this birthing love
has bled decaying starving scar
where synched I still seek
gently his wings stroke
the outlines of my trembling lips
And I see the chestnut haze
woven with the cusp of his curls
before he was shrunken
all the violets are dead
his scars are deeper wider
than the blooded crusts
his pain paints the outlines
of all pasts where his mother
paints her lips ruby
presses her feet
into high heels
Mothers do not...
has bled decaying starving scar
where synched I still seek
gently his wings stroke
the outlines of my trembling lips
And I see the chestnut haze
woven with the cusp of his curls
before he was shrunken
all the violets are dead
his scars are deeper wider
than the blooded crusts
his pain paints the outlines
of all pasts where his mother
paints her lips ruby
presses her feet
into high heels
Mothers do not...
#love
#suicide
#addiction #FirstLove
#addiction #FirstLove
197 reads
6 Comments
DevonJones409
Poem Published
5th Mar 2022 6:41pm
5th Mar 2022 6:41pm
Against my will
#anxiety
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#suffering
141 reads
5 Comments
bmcmurtrie_94
Poem Published
24th Feb 2022 11:29am
24th Feb 2022 11:29am
Untitled poem#2
Life through the eyes and life through the brain is not the same
step into my mind where i can't take the pain, i'm a boozer
And in my mind where i can't take the shame, of being a loser
sometimes i feel peace from the heavens above
cry myself to sleep but i realize there's more then one definition of love
use my mind to write so i guess my thoughts come in handy
Do nothing wrong but still these kids can't stand me
And know this, because i keep my composure
like Michael Corleone when he handles business for his family,
In public i put my smile on...
step into my mind where i can't take the pain, i'm a boozer
And in my mind where i can't take the shame, of being a loser
sometimes i feel peace from the heavens above
cry myself to sleep but i realize there's more then one definition of love
use my mind to write so i guess my thoughts come in handy
Do nothing wrong but still these kids can't stand me
And know this, because i keep my composure
like Michael Corleone when he handles business for his family,
In public i put my smile on...
#anxiety
#suicide
#peace
561 reads
0 Comments
Vortex32167
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 11:36pm
27th Jan 2022 11:36pm
My Mental Story
For about 15 years now I’ve been suffering from psychosis. I hear voices and experience delusions. Everywhere, all day and all night. For the most part I’ve done what I can to fight it and ignored the cacophony of noise and the calls to harm or kill myself. I’ve learned to meditate, clear my mind, focus my energy. However it’s not pleasant and I’m in constant struggle with it. This is something I’ve kept to myself because of the implications from work colleagues, friends and family. I’m terrified of their reactions and how they’d view me. To be quite honest, the voices already tell me what...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#MentalHealth
335 reads
13 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
The Dark Fires Of Miss. Saigon (Act III of Act III)
My love my whispers are getting faint to speak
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
#love
#suicide
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#despair
374 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:10pm
28th Nov 2021 9:10pm
The Dark Whispers Of Miss Saigon (Act II of Act III)
Dreams of loving in the ideal of once was in the tidal wave of seeing your gloomy silhouette
Harkens unto the absence of stalwart souls having no engaging energy to reconnect
Kisses in the soft breeze fall upon the desolate of misplaced apparition upon pebbled stones
Hear the entreaties of longing in an image of man barren of my love from my hipbone
My faltering voice saturating as rain in rice fields lay bare as growth they surely shall come
Feeling your wandering languish icy palms slowly crawling over me in the warm midst
To have you in remembrance from...
Harkens unto the absence of stalwart souls having no engaging energy to reconnect
Kisses in the soft breeze fall upon the desolate of misplaced apparition upon pebbled stones
Hear the entreaties of longing in an image of man barren of my love from my hipbone
My faltering voice saturating as rain in rice fields lay bare as growth they surely shall come
Feeling your wandering languish icy palms slowly crawling over me in the warm midst
To have you in remembrance from...
#suicide
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#passion
262 reads
18 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 7:35am
28th Nov 2021 7:35am
The Dark Tears Of Miss. Saigon (Act I of Act III)
Oh, my love, your fair maiden in the bosom of thy night
When hats are lifted giving the darkness its beckoning light
Come to me the token of my love as I have sold to the pit of abyss my yearning soul
To feel your chilled lips upon mine as the cold night of my maidenhood consoles
Hushed whispers of pleading voices to ether cry out to throes of hell
To be worshipped with one lasting embrace one lingering kiss as deep, wet as a wishing well
In remembrance of earthly breath-to-breath bones to bones now devoid of humanity’s flesh ...
When hats are lifted giving the darkness its beckoning light
Come to me the token of my love as I have sold to the pit of abyss my yearning soul
To feel your chilled lips upon mine as the cold night of my maidenhood consoles
Hushed whispers of pleading voices to ether cry out to throes of hell
To be worshipped with one lasting embrace one lingering kiss as deep, wet as a wishing well
In remembrance of earthly breath-to-breath bones to bones now devoid of humanity’s flesh ...
#suicide
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#passion
244 reads
16 Comments
personanongrata
Poem Published
13th Nov 2021 6:34pm
13th Nov 2021 6:34pm
Welcome to the show: Muerta
38 circles around the sun…
But the age in me feels older than the sun itself.
Its shine cannot illuminate the darkness of my soul.
The depth of my pain goes deeper than my most suppressed feelings.
My emotional body seems hollower than the emptiness of space.
Fragments of mine abuse every effort of my essence self to survive and thrive, they smile devilishly and satisfied with my inability to take control.
They want me dead. For death is the only way to accept this futility of not being born in another body, of not having another kind of life, another family,...
But the age in me feels older than the sun itself.
Its shine cannot illuminate the darkness of my soul.
The depth of my pain goes deeper than my most suppressed feelings.
My emotional body seems hollower than the emptiness of space.
Fragments of mine abuse every effort of my essence self to survive and thrive, they smile devilishly and satisfied with my inability to take control.
They want me dead. For death is the only way to accept this futility of not being born in another body, of not having another kind of life, another family,...
#identity
#death
#suicide
#shadows
#despair
352 reads
0 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 10:01pm
28th Oct 2021 10:01pm
un[speak]able
dust
swirls,
their specks
reflectively float
glistening amidst
morning sunshine
just like that day
before
these hands
joint-ached
wrists and knees, too
signs of an inevitable
and supposedly
of fall
fastly approaching
(or was it rain?)
when certain aches
warn
with their predictions
steeped of a particular pain
reinforcing the passage of time
i curse at the sheer...
swirls,
their specks
reflectively float
glistening amidst
morning sunshine
just like that day
before
these hands
joint-ached
wrists and knees, too
signs of an inevitable
and supposedly
of fall
fastly approaching
(or was it rain?)
when certain aches
warn
with their predictions
steeped of a particular pain
reinforcing the passage of time
i curse at the sheer...
#regret
#grief
#suicide
#TruthOfLife
#hurt
469 reads
30 Comments
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