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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missjem56
Poem Published
24th Nov 2020 8:37pm
24th Nov 2020 8:37pm
EXMAS!
Seems like
Christmas, for some
Is simply to die for!
Christmas, for some
Is simply to die for!
#suicide
#Christmas
#humankind #pandemic
#humankind #pandemic
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badmalthus
Harry Rout
Harry Rout
Poem Published
19th Nov 2020 2:30am
19th Nov 2020 2:30am
That little boy in the Superman suit
I can feel
my father punching
mother in the face
on a Saturday night
I can feel
my mother fucking
those strange men
in the next room
I can feel
my father telling
me and my brothers
why he had to leave
I can feel
my dog Jack
crushed beneath
the ice-cream van
I can feel
mother leaving us
all by ourselves
and never coming back
I can feel
my hate and anger
at being denied
a child’s life
I can feel
the freezing...
my father punching
mother in the face
on a Saturday night
I can feel
my mother fucking
those strange men
in the next room
I can feel
my father telling
me and my brothers
why he had to leave
I can feel
my dog Jack
crushed beneath
the ice-cream van
I can feel
mother leaving us
all by ourselves
and never coming back
I can feel
my hate and anger
at being denied
a child’s life
I can feel
the freezing...
#childhood
#family
#suicide
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
19th Nov 2020 1:17am
19th Nov 2020 1:17am
Who I Truly Am
#depression
#suicide
#confessional
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6 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
17th Nov 2020 4:42am
17th Nov 2020 4:42am
Hail... yeah. :/
Hail the rope
and the broken glass,
hail the clasp
for the substitute
sex swing.
Hail the fact
your lil' pussy ass
can't eternally cope
for a one-night
death fling.
Hail the veins
and the clotting factor,
both the physical
and emotional sting.
Hail the lack
in effort to write a note;
hail the soap,
the sink
and the ring.
Hail your failing organs
and thinning
triphosphate
adenosine....
and the broken glass,
hail the clasp
for the substitute
sex swing.
Hail the fact
your lil' pussy ass
can't eternally cope
for a one-night
death fling.
Hail the veins
and the clotting factor,
both the physical
and emotional sting.
Hail the lack
in effort to write a note;
hail the soap,
the sink
and the ring.
Hail your failing organs
and thinning
triphosphate
adenosine....
#suicide
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arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 2:28pm
14th Nov 2020 2:28pm
Death Grips
Death Grips," she slurred and blipped as she said,
"My breath is not ours, it's minutes instead.
The heather's the cure, my all-weathered friend;
untether demure, and look at my spread.
It's a pleasure, I'm sure, now it's my turn for cred.
So treasure my words, and don't be mislead,
my brethren interred, you got to my head.
The leather and whips, the tools and the shed,
measured to yours, but it left me un-fed.
Yet the wetwork is pure, it'll clear all the meds,
and I don't want to cry, I just want to be dead."
(MTP)
"My breath is not ours, it's minutes instead.
The heather's the cure, my all-weathered friend;
untether demure, and look at my spread.
It's a pleasure, I'm sure, now it's my turn for cred.
So treasure my words, and don't be mislead,
my brethren interred, you got to my head.
The leather and whips, the tools and the shed,
measured to yours, but it left me un-fed.
Yet the wetwork is pure, it'll clear all the meds,
and I don't want to cry, I just want to be dead."
(MTP)
#suicide
#addiction
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arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 6:17am
14th Nov 2020 6:17am
Seriously, Savannah?!
Want to see me splay my heart out for you?
I'm a dog, it has spots. See spot run!
Wait! Don't run away! The waterworks have just begun.
All I wanted was a little fun, but where to start:
the artery or the lung? Will you stay for the main event?
A ticket equals a tampon and a gun. No! That's not what I meant.
Fuck THIS number one, You blew it! I'm a mom, lil' bitch!
I'm not a fucking nun. YOU! You ruined everything. But hey, boo,
I love you a ton! Fuck you and your retarded new bitch!
Fuck you, DONE!
BOOM.
...
I'm a dog, it has spots. See spot run!
Wait! Don't run away! The waterworks have just begun.
All I wanted was a little fun, but where to start:
the artery or the lung? Will you stay for the main event?
A ticket equals a tampon and a gun. No! That's not what I meant.
Fuck THIS number one, You blew it! I'm a mom, lil' bitch!
I'm not a fucking nun. YOU! You ruined everything. But hey, boo,
I love you a ton! Fuck you and your retarded new bitch!
Fuck you, DONE!
BOOM.
...
#suicide
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Poem Published
6th Nov 2020 4:36pm
6th Nov 2020 4:36pm
Perfect Over Here
I like the silence,
Cause it doesn't judge,
I like the dark,
Cause it doesn't budge,
When I walk by,
I hate the night,
Cause it wants to kill,
I hate the light,
Cause it wants to help,
With my mind,
No one can touch my mind..
Think about them across,
Who would want to cross,
When it's perfect over here?
When it's perfect...
Think about the sky when it falls,
Who's out there waiting for,
Someone to return,
Think about the light when it crawls,
Who's out there trying to,
Do better...
Cause it doesn't judge,
I like the dark,
Cause it doesn't budge,
When I walk by,
I hate the night,
Cause it wants to kill,
I hate the light,
Cause it wants to help,
With my mind,
No one can touch my mind..
Think about them across,
Who would want to cross,
When it's perfect over here?
When it's perfect...
Think about the sky when it falls,
Who's out there waiting for,
Someone to return,
Think about the light when it crawls,
Who's out there trying to,
Do better...
#suicide
#emotions
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Last
Poem Published
6th Nov 2020 00:49am
6th Nov 2020 00:49am
Hold On
I know it's hard to say
That I'm leaving today
So can the words come out your mouth
That could save me from this drought?
I know it's hard to pray
When the light goes away
But I need you to hold on for me
Cause my mind can't handle losing you to the sea
Hold on for me
I'll listen to everything you have to say
Hold on for me
I'll spend everyday by your side
Just don't let your mind ruin this
Cause they need you to exist
Hold on for me
You walk by my room
Head swinging down
I ask...
That I'm leaving today
So can the words come out your mouth
That could save me from this drought?
I know it's hard to pray
When the light goes away
But I need you to hold on for me
Cause my mind can't handle losing you to the sea
Hold on for me
I'll listen to everything you have to say
Hold on for me
I'll spend everyday by your side
Just don't let your mind ruin this
Cause they need you to exist
Hold on for me
You walk by my room
Head swinging down
I ask...
#love
#suicide
#emotions
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Oohloulala
Loulou
Loulou
Poem Published
4th Nov 2020 3:26am
4th Nov 2020 3:26am
Bleak
I haven't wanted to die this much in ages.
No rage,
No overwhelming sadness inside of me,
Just the complacency
That if this is how life is meant to be,
I'd rather not.
Put simply, I can't be fucked.
My body feels exhausted,
My mind completely frazzled,
And it's not like I believe in God,
Hell or heaven is not a hassle,
Just a super casual exit out of here,
And disappear into the abyss,
And then not exist.
Doesn't it sound like bliss?
No phone ringing,
No one reminding me of my...
No rage,
No overwhelming sadness inside of me,
Just the complacency
That if this is how life is meant to be,
I'd rather not.
Put simply, I can't be fucked.
My body feels exhausted,
My mind completely frazzled,
And it's not like I believe in God,
Hell or heaven is not a hassle,
Just a super casual exit out of here,
And disappear into the abyss,
And then not exist.
Doesn't it sound like bliss?
No phone ringing,
No one reminding me of my...
#anxiety
#depression
#suicide #MentalHealth
#suicide #MentalHealth
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TimWombles
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2020 5:58am
3rd Nov 2020 5:58am
I Don't Understand
I see a rock group hit it big
They became a huge success
In a hot tub with beauty queens
And yet still, none the less
I hear them talking suicide
Confusing, I must confess
Floating in fame and money
And still they are a hot mess
What chance do we have?
Come on. Give me a break
If living your dreams don't do it
What does it take?
They got the money
They got the honeys
They got the fame
Hell, everyone knows their name
They got everything they ever wanted
Still they want to commit suicide...
They became a huge success
In a hot tub with beauty queens
And yet still, none the less
I hear them talking suicide
Confusing, I must confess
Floating in fame and money
And still they are a hot mess
What chance do we have?
Come on. Give me a break
If living your dreams don't do it
What does it take?
They got the money
They got the honeys
They got the fame
Hell, everyone knows their name
They got everything they ever wanted
Still they want to commit suicide...
#depression
#suicide
#ignorance
118 reads
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PoeticInjustice
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2020 4:06pm
2nd Nov 2020 4:06pm
Feed
I'm sorry dear mosquito,
That you chose me for your host.
The blood you seek to make your eggs
Is long gone from this host.
Learn from your decision
To probe my empty vein.
Remember as your hunger grows...
Some choices bring us pain.
My apologies arachnid,
You're a very famished tick.
This body brings no meal for you.
Your bite won't make me sick.
Ascend a blade of grass.
Have patience, have no fear.
And soon enough,
Along will come an unsuspecting deer.
Condolences I send to you,
Voracious...
That you chose me for your host.
The blood you seek to make your eggs
Is long gone from this host.
Learn from your decision
To probe my empty vein.
Remember as your hunger grows...
Some choices bring us pain.
My apologies arachnid,
You're a very famished tick.
This body brings no meal for you.
Your bite won't make me sick.
Ascend a blade of grass.
Have patience, have no fear.
And soon enough,
Along will come an unsuspecting deer.
Condolences I send to you,
Voracious...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark #suicide
#dark #suicide
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Soldierrye
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 11:27pm
1st Nov 2020 11:27pm
Weeping Widow
Amongst the sweeping willow trees
In the deep, dense swamp
A sad moaning cry can be heard
Of a woman knelt on a mossy stump
Her grieving fills the air
Like the surrounding soupy fog
You can hear her faint whispers
Between her constant sobs
Saying how she’ll never get over him
& in her desperate pleas
To return into his arms
dips into the murky swamp with ease
You can still hear her weeps
At the start of every twilight
Stuck in an endless cycle
The weeping widow repeats her plight.
In the deep, dense swamp
A sad moaning cry can be heard
Of a woman knelt on a mossy stump
Her grieving fills the air
Like the surrounding soupy fog
You can hear her faint whispers
Between her constant sobs
Saying how she’ll never get over him
& in her desperate pleas
To return into his arms
dips into the murky swamp with ease
You can still hear her weeps
At the start of every twilight
Stuck in an endless cycle
The weeping widow repeats her plight.
#sadness
#suicide
#ghosts
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