Lyric Suicide Poems

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I see big changes 
Everybody's walking around
Heads face the ground
You made us all so very proud
The eleven man crew is one man down
Gone but not forgotten in Bath town.

I pinch myself at the thought of you
I wish you could have sat and talked it through
Now all we've got are shirts for you
Durbz 5 and I don't even like Man U

When we didn't have a job all day it was just us two
With no money we'd scrape and share a spliff or two
With that instrumental CD you'd freestyle like you do
And I'd never join in so now I write this song for you

Who'd have thought you'd end like this
I never thought you'd play out like this
That cheeky grin and the laughs we'll miss
You were a legend, please know you will be missed

(Chorus)

I didn't know you in the wooley hat crew
But the WESA boys all got love for you
now when I play in goal it'll seem like the defence has a gaping hole
Remember when you lobbed me and score that amazing own goal

If I was Doc Brown I'd come back for you
Jump in my Delorean and travel back a year or two
We all regret we didn't do more for you
But who could predict you'd do what you'd do

All those fit girls that you had
Something of a Jack The Lad
It makes us all so very sad
But I knew you and for that I'm glad

However life keeps moving on
And your family and mates are trying to stay strong
I can't help feeling that it's so damn wrong
You lived life to the full but it wasn't for long

It's so upsetting that you are gone
But in time we'll meet again and I'll sing you this song
When we meet at those pearly gates
You learn exactly what you meant to all of your mates.

R.I.P Durbz, Happy Birthday.

P.O.T.D 12/2/2018

Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018




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Her laughter
Her smile 
The way she spoke with passion when she was talking about something she loved
How she hugged you when you felt sorrowful

It would've never crossed your mind… and it never did
You wished she told you sooner… but you would've never believed her
But now that she is gone you start thinking.

Every tear 
Every breakdown
Every night in her bedroom crying herself to sleep…
And you weren't there for her

After everything she has done for you what did you give back?
Nothing.

Its your job to keep these things from happening but you didn’t have the slightest clue.
She didn’t want you to know…

Her laughter made you feel comfortable
Her smile made you feel happy 
The way she spoke made you feel like the only person in the world
And her genuine hugs made you feel confident 
But now she's gone and you have no one left

Its graduation day ... exactly 2 years and 3 months from the day it happened
They are calling out names for people to come up
All i can think about is what they are going to say when your name comes up
F's,G's,H...

They called out your name acting as if you were still here
Did they forget?
Does no one care anymore? 
Was I the only that still thinks about you everyday?

I was.
Everyone forgot.
No one cared.

I would've said something but I didn't have that confidence anymore
You were my rock
My best friend
My only friend
But you left me...
Why did you leave me?

Copyright © Yaslynn Perez | Year Posted 2016

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Am I a woman when i turn 18?
No longer scared to sneak dad’s old whiskey out of our Swedish glass cabinet
Maybe it was when i got that first crimson stain 
on my yellow frilly knickers at 12 years of age.
Or when I got “the” talk, you know the one
about how you were conceived and what to do so you don’t end up pregnant
as in, use protection.

Perhaps I became a woman the day I woke up in my safe haven.
Well, wrapped up in my best friends duck feathered quilt.
After a wild Wednesday, that got way too wild.
I went to the toilet and my favourite pair of victorias secret knickers
were full of blood and my hair smelt like sex.
Nasty, degrading sex.

Not the nice kind that even though it’s your first time,
a little messy and uncoordinated, you know it’s right.
He may not be your first love or your last but he has your heart in this moment 
and in 40 years you will still smile at how young and foolish you both were.

I mean the kind of sex that isn’t really sex.
Because, shouldn’t there be more than one person participating?
You’re drunk and trying to move away but for him, that’s not an option.
You saying no is like a competition to him. Him, the stranger you met two hours ago.

The kind of “sex” that leaves you dishevelled and torn.
Not just your hymen that’s torn but all your pride, happiness, soft heart, destroyed.
Your labium ends up purple and blue, the perfect description of your feelings.
And eventually you stop fighting back.

Sixteen, drunk and alone.
Twenty-two, aggressive and well-built.
No chance.
Lifeless corpse, pounded.
Pounded.
Pounded.
But it’s okay,
There has to be an end.

You’re driven home to your best friend’s house.
Shaken, unstable.
You walk in and don’t say a word.
Just cling to her till sleep engulfs you.
But you wish you never wake up.
My poem, unfinished.

Copyright © Elsie Rockett | Year Posted 2017




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We are the suicide boys
One day we fly
The next we die
We are the dreams than never get seen
We are the dead end traps
Wrap your mind around the ideas
Of too much contemplations
With no destinations
No place to belong
No place where we can sing lullaby songs
Other than our suicidal dreams

No place to scream
So we hang around
Headless dancing bastards
Mindless souls tell no tales
The forests stand majestically tall
As we hang from limbs
Of ancient trees
Raindrops fall
As we are left hanging around
The suicide boys

The train stations sit silent
Paris streets sit empty
The forests echo our screams
White laced angels dance overhead
Yoga moves save not our hanging heads
We all had sad hearts when we were young
We all had suicidal dreams 
Fantasies that kill you, if one dares

Never ask
Never tell
Suicide boys hanging from the trees
Musical killings drifting in the breeze
Our songs will echo long after
As we are left hanging around
We can’t breathe so set us free
From hanging trees
The suicide boys
Of 1983

Inspired while listening to this video
Magic Man - Paris
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yteXdnQQSUc

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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To capture the attention everyone else gets but you
You do whatever you can to get it
Even if its bad
You continue to do it
To get the attention you never had
And the attention you will never get
You want the perfect body and soul that everyone else has
You want to feel important... special
So you seek for a better
Much higher thing
What you need
You dont quite know
But you decide that
You will do whatever it takes to make you happy
And sometimes
That means..
suicide
Sometimes it means
Shooting someone
Because the hole inside your heart needs filled
And thats the only thing you ever had
The only thing you see
The only thing that someone gave to you
The thing that got everyone talking about you
The thing that got everyone to even look at you
So if you decide to kill someone
You kill yourself afterwards
Because you felt lonely again
You felt that no one was watching you
That no one even cared 
Then you think about all the things that 
Bugged you
And you pull the trigger
Then theres no more you
Next time someone sees you
You will be on the news
Where now you are special
And important

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 



Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2013

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Another day 
To waste away 
Drink some rum 
To feed the numb 
Vacant hollow 
Pills to swallow 
Feeling low
Ways to go 
Drink some more
On the floor
Music blaring 
I’m just staring 
Emotions cease 
Finally peace 
A little bliss 
Fleeting as it is

Then I crash down 
Into my world of sh*t 
Look around 
Try to give it up and quit 
I tell myself 
One last time and that’s it 
The same old lie 
So I won’t have to admit 

I’m addicted 

To being non-existent 

God’s in my heart 
Soon to depart 
Devil’s in my soul
Thinks I’m the fool
He don’t know 
How far south I go 
Being empty 
Isn’t easy
Little pot 
Hits the spot
Novocain
Cocaine
Eight ball 
Take it all
soak it in 
Make it spin 

Then I crash down 
Into my world of sh*t 
Look around 
Try to give it up and quit 
I tell myself 
One last time and that’s it 
The same old lie 
So I won’t have to admit 

I’m addicted 

To being non-existent 

Still I stare 
At empty air 
Feeling nothing 
Being nothing 
Still I know 
Time will flow 
Wanting nothing
Finding nothing
Permanent fix 
Beyond the Styx 
Seeing nothing 
Needing nothing
Take it all away 
Skin and flay 
I am nothing 
I am nothing 

Then I crash down 
Into my world of sh*t 
Look around 
Try to give it up and quit 
I tell myself 
One last time and that’s it 
The same old lie 
So I won’t have to admit 

I’m addicted 

To being non-existent

Copyright © Nathan D. | Year Posted 2015

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she could count them all
on her one hand
every reason
that she could think of
one, two, three, four, five
reasons to try
to stay alive
all on one hand
but day after day
she'd fold a finger
and then say:
"One more is gone...
Can I go on
in this way?
Maybe one more day."

then there were two
she tried to be brave
maybe she could save
one life for two

then down to one
unraveling fast
~~~~~~~~~~
and then one day
there was none

one slash then two
and she saw red
tilting back her head
she sang the songs
Ophelia led
as she bled
waiting to be dead

January 2, 2015
Contest: Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

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LET IT BE ME

Let it be me
How hard can it be?
Is it so difficult to see?
And just let it be me?

To be me
Is not easy to be
No one understand
No one can stand

It's hard to believe 
People don't know!
The life that I live
beyond the shadow

They put me aside 
They don't know my side!
They shut me down!
They turn me down!

Pretend and be accepted
Be me and be rejected
Living deceivingly 
Is living gruelingly...

To be me is sanity
Solemnity
And Humility...
I just want to be me.

With hardly any friends
With family that lessened
Its quality more than quantity
What is important is to be me.


Meline Ngo.     August 31, 2015

Copyright © Meline Ngo | Year Posted 2015

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Save Me
By: IzaDonna

Look in the mirror
Do you recognize her
Do you see the coldness in her eyes
Do you see where the darkness lies
Hidden secrets of the past
To late, the spells been cast
And as the stars arise
My own self will be my demise

Chorus:
So you think you can save me
Finally set my retched soul free
Be my ultimate savior
You thinking ur doing me a favor
But just let me alone
My fate is only my own

I get u try and u care
But thru it all u weren't there
I cant move on from my past
The agony I feel will always last
The knife is in way to deep
So let me shut my eyes and sleep
Cause u can't fix whats already broken
The pain I feel is better left unspoken

Chorus

So as the darkness creeps in
I feel I'm paying for my sins
No way to escape
My soul is yours to take
Just let me bleed these tears
Just let me lay here
Looking up at the sky
I ask God why

Chorus

Cause you can't fix what isn't broken
The pain is better left unspoken

Copyright © Jamie Yost | Year Posted 2013

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Let it trickle
Dribble a drop
From the Tip
Of the Top
Till it sits
on the rocks
a little sip
then it flops
another is sick
Hit up Doc
here's another hit
Hear it pop
Pills will slit
Big willed thoughts
Like a wrist
Do not watch
the skin split
Like gymnasts' crotch 
Sorry a bit
Going for shock
Not even wit
Just mental block

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

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Lately everything seems to be surrounded in darkness
Either I am way too close or too far away
When I stand close I perfectly see the flickering light ahead
How close it is but when I reach it.. it just disappears
I can't seem to grasp anything that's around me anymore
When I touch it, it just turns to ash... 

Seems I have lost the will to do much anything
Sometimes I find myself starring at white walls..
I forgot to think.. maybe I will forget to breath too

The image of the world in my head.. is so different from what I see... with my eyes
Is reality an allusion or is the world in my head.. 

Darkness surrounding everyone I stand close to
You see them fade in and out like a hologram
When you reach out to touch them.. they are not real
Sometimes they just.. disappear 
Then I find myself searching for what I used to know

Seems the world in my head.. is not so bright and colorful anymore
Either everyone is stuck in the past with me.. or they are moving forward..
I am watching them pass me by as I stay within the realm I am used to knowing

No matter how many times I change my appearance..
Everything stays the same... and I realize..
All the people I know.. 
In the end. .. nothing really matters...

Everything you knew..
Everything you have touched..

Everyone you have loved
Everyone you once cared for

All the lessons you learned...
what are they for?...

Is it better to be... alone..
Where there is no pain in a relationship with another..
I can no longer get close to anyone..
I find myself.. stepping further and further back
Yet I cannot stop myself... there is no rope to grab..

Which world would I rather live in.. the one i see with my eyes.. or the one in my head...

They both have become.. one of the same... covered and smeared in blood.. 
Darkness...

I have no reflection in the mirror.. and I can feel my soul slipping from within me
All I see.. is cracks.. where my soul is leaking its way out..
Yet no band-aid or super glue.. could help cover it

Hallow...

Nothing can save you now.. because you realize... the truth..
Once your world is coming to an end.. it wont matter.. 
You will not remember.. you wont be able to feel.. 

Somehow, even with this darkness and being surrounded by darkness
Having the feeling of comfort and a blind happiness

Everything is perfectly where it belongs...

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2015

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Slipping Away Contest
Sponsor: Becca Teagan


"SLIPPING AWAY" -Switchfoot

Remember coming home at four in the morning
Before the sun was up
Back when the east was a fire of gold
Just waiting for the rest of the sky to fall in love

Our hope is just a metaphor, of something better
For all of our dreams tonight
And fear is just a shadow of the things that matter the most
And I fear that I'm losing hope tonight

Oh oh I feel like I'm dreaming
Oh oh staring up at the ceiling
Oh oh it's four in the morning
I can't sleep and it feels like a warning
Oh oh you wouldn't believe me
If I could say it just the way that I'm feeling
Oh oh the words that I wanted to say
 t feel them slipping away

Remember that kid with the quivering lip
Whose heart was on his sleeve like a first aid kit
Where are you now? Where are you now?

Remember that kid, didn't know when to quit
I still lose my breath when I think about it
Oh, where'd you go?
(Oh where'd you go?)

Oh oh I feel like I'm dreaming
Oh oh staring up at the ceiling
Oh oh it's four in the morning
I can't sleep and it feels like a warning
Oh oh you wouldn't believe me
If I could say it just the way that I'm feeling
Oh oh the words that I wanted to say
I feel them slipping away

I know this isn't what you wanted
Past words in the present are haunting us now
And on and on and on and on
My heartbeat could tell you it's urgent
I try to shout but the words don't come out
I feel I'm slipping away

Oh oh I feel like I'm dreaming
Oh oh staring up at the ceiling
Oh oh it's four in the morning
I can't sleep and it feels like a warning
Oh oh you wouldn't believe me
If I could say it just the way that I'm feeling
Oh oh The words that I wanted to say
I feel them slipping away

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"YOU STILL PASS THROUGH ME"-My Poem

You still pass through me while I weep in my bed,
I remember all the hurtful lies you easily said,
I wish it was me who died that tragic way instead,
You still pass through me as I’m haunted by your smile,
My white memories are burdened while my soul sees red,
But now I know that depressed mania was just your style.

Oh baby, you went away without taking me,
Oh, you stayed away, too blind to see,
Oh baby, you broke your life given so free,
Oh, you never knew how good you could be.

You still pass through me while I remember all the warnings,
All the drunk nights I suffered at four in the morning,
Phone calls too late, scaring me as the darkness was swarming,
You still pass through me even when you went missing,
So many lost lies with tragic goodbyes, your eyes hoarding,
And all those nights alone I prayed and kept on wishing.

Oh baby, you went away without taking me,
Oh, you stayed away, too blind to see,
Oh baby, you broke your life given so free,
Oh, you never knew how good you could be.

You still pass through me as you gently drift away,
Slipping right through my fingers that New Year’s day,
My heartbeat told me it’s urgent, but what words to say,
You still pass through me when I visit your grave,
No good memories of you, only you walking astray,
I can’t breathe without you, though I try to be brave.


Oh baby, you went away without taking me,
Oh, you stayed away, too blind to see,
Oh baby, you broke your life given so free,
Oh, you never knew how good you could be.

Oh my love...you still pass through me as you gently drift away…

Date Written: May 12, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Do you hear the horn of the train? 
And the pitter patter of rain?
Listen close do you hear a sound?
Only silence, will she be found?

Who is fragile, who is of strength
How can one know another’s length?
Blind to the mask which hides her tears
Binding her to demons and fears
A fake light remains as she falls
Even while her broken heart stalls
Darkness commences in her soul
Blood loss spirals out of control
What an alluring crimson paint
Overworked artist starts to faint 

Do you hear the horn of the train? 
And the pitter patter of rain?
Listen close do you hear a sound?
Only silence, will she be found?

Why do some dance falsely with death? 
Unable to force their last breath
Her unspoken words of pureness
Soaked deeply in her loneliness
The jagged line of her escape
Leaves the unsuspecting agape
Drawn up on the median vein 
Just a few more moments of pain
Eyes flutter and seconds pass
Then gently falls the broken glass

Do you hear the horn of the train? 
And the pitter patter of rain?
Listen close do you hear a sound?
Only silence, will she be found?
Then gently falls the broken glass





Copyright © Jillian Veitenheimer | Year Posted 2013

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End It
By: IzaDonna

My demons crouch real low
Seeping out of me real slow
The pain protectively covered
Darkening memories like no other
But I hide behind a smile
This life not seeming worth while
The blade I have is ready to go
Life already being at an all time low
So bring on the darkness
i no longer have a purpose

Chorus
I push you away to protect you
My sickness n pain being nothing new
So save yourself from my sorrow
Cause I won't live to see tomorrow
You deserve someone better
So let me be and go find her

Loneliness is my own choice
Feeling so lost with no voice
So I let each day slip by
Everyday just wanting to die
What have I become
Where did all this pain come from
Being left alone is my desire
The spark going out in my fire
My days I feel are at an end
Too far gone to possibly mend

Chorus

So bring on the darkness
I've lost my purpose

Copyright © Jamie Yost | Year Posted 2013

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bruise bruise bruise 
cut 
bruise bruise bruise 
cigarette burn 
bruise bruise bruise 
cut
bruise bruise bruise
broken heart 
bruise bruise bruise 
distracted mind.

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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I hope you remember all of the bad things you have done so far
I hope you still have the chance to fix them 
Im sorry it took me forever to write this letter to you
Ive been meaning to save you from what your about to become
For some reason i cant get a grip on it
I dont know what i want to say
I dont know how to help you
Im about to tell you about some of the things you are about to do
Right now your 16
Right now you are sitting on your bed listening to music
Reading a book on your favorite band
Smoking that cigarette
That will soon get you into all the other things that causes more problems for you
Try to avoid the guy you are about to let into your life
Remember that your not allowed to talk to strangers
Remember your mom told you that when you were 7
Its about time you listen to her
You will meet a girl
And you will end up hurting her
Dont take her to that club 
Where your band is about to play
Your not good at singing
And your bass playing still needs some work
Dont embarass yourself
It lowers your self esteem
And you will try to committ suicide
Multiple times
But dont worry 
It doesnt work
So stop trying to 
Kill yourself
Remember the night when you ran away
And went to go live with your aunt
Yea...
Shes about to kick you out
Look under your bed
You will find 500 dollars
You put it there when you were young
You forgot 
Thats why im writing you
Remember it
Take it and use it wisely
Dont use it on the drugs 
Dont use it on the beer
Use it towards a better future
So then i dont have to write this letter again.

12-13-12

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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I can't sleep at night
perhaps it is because of this fright.
I'm not scared of the things under my bed,
but of the things inside of my head.
My soul is dead
I wish I was too,
people ask why
I wish I knew.
All I want to do is cry
and I,
come back to the question why.
So why am I here?
To say goodbye
and wish you good cheer
so please don't cry
and don't ask why.

Copyright © Lauren Manning | Year Posted 2014

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The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding it.

The boy opens the door and walks by his mom
his mom says "how was school"
He doesnt respond 
he walks silently to his room
His mom turns away in sadness
"its dinner time Ory" she yells up the stairs.
He walks slowly down the steps
Hiding something in his hand as he puts it in his pocket
His mother is setting the table
Putting meat on his plate 
He sits down unto the seat
not touching his food
"is there something wrong with it?" his mom asks
He doesnt look at her
"talk to me. why have you been ignoring me" she repeats.
He gets up off the chair and walks outside
Walking into the woods as his mom runs out
"get back here where are you going"

Every living thing dies alone." he writes in white on a tree in there back yard
He throws the rope over the toughest branch
He steps up unto a little chair
Tying the rope around his neck
The chair falls

His mom worries in panic
She cant find him anywhere
She waits up all night

The Next Morning"

She walks out to the garden
Looking up at a tree
She sees the fallen chair from behind a tall bush
She runs
Picking up the chair
Seeing the thing she never thought would have happened
She falls to her knees
A tear falls from her cheek
Not understanding 
Reading the words on the tree
Every living thing dies alone"
She wonders
Thinking
Crying

She untangles him from the tree and holds him
Talks gentle to him
Something she hasnt done in a while
Now grasping the meaning behind what he has done

The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding the meaning behind it.

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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     PANDORA AND THE CIRCLE JERK
She made the rounds each night at nine
and he was there all of the time
but he knew trouble was her ploy
so passed her for another toy
then threw them both away.

His life was loose, a lib'ral crime
and he beat off most of the time
she'd be disaster and he knew
if he'd touch her, he'd fall into
a place where he would stay.

He breathed the weed for his sublime
between tequila and the lime
but love was longer than the dance
and peace of soul was circumstance
so he kissed her one day.

His passion flowed out from all time
into his life that didn't rhyme
and then he jerked so hard he broke
between his lime and second toke
and cried his life away.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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Here I am curled up on the floor.
Im crying so hard I cant take it anymore.
I get up wipe the tears from my eyes.
To find myself writing my last goodbyes.
Only one person comes to thought.
The pain over whelms me cause its me she forgot.
I didn't think this is what our future had in store.
Just thinking about it makes me cry even more.
Every minute that tics slowly by.
Makes me more sure ill be left to die.
9 razor blades lay across the table.
3 bottles of pills without there label.
Im gonna use those blades and swallow some pills.
To finally end the pain and forget how it feels.
Once I start there's no turning back.
To this kind of pain this is how I react.
I hope I cross your mind every now and then.
We both know this way it shouldn't of been.
I called up death he said hes coming my way.
I hope my hero will save me today.
Well its probably to late.
Guess this is what happens when you lose your soul mate.
For the ones still here and find my letter.
If your in love I pray that your story ends a little better.
bye bye my almost lover

Copyright © Johnny White | Year Posted 2015

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Pour me some whiskey
Throw me a smile
Make me forget I'm alive for a while.

'Cause life just don't seem
like a blessing to me
I'd count myself blessed if I never did be.

Copyright © Michael Muzilla | Year Posted 2013

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A lie for your heart, a misleading smile for your brain. 
A dagger to cut you open, and death to numb the pain.

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegaic Lyric |
I live in a box
A box full of imagery of desires
Desires I can only touch outside
Desires that leads me to my momentary flight
Why am I always scarred?
Why do I come back twice as boxed, latched and barred?
 
I want to live with colors
But I’m living with grayscale and nimbus skies
Through their eyes I am golden
Who are they molding?
I am equipped but I am demobilized
 
I live to be free
Is the world ready for my lesions to see?
My little box heals me, my freedom wounds me
Take me to the in between, the purgatory
Heal me with heaven, free me from hell.
This I deserve. I am worth
These chains, I abort.

Copyright © Yvette Dignos | Year Posted 2016

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When night arrives my body shivers with pain 
My feet curl up with the cold that travels from my toes to my spinal cord 
My stomach makes weird noises that are cause by the emptiness 
Hungry for happiness. 

When night arrives 
I think of all the daylight glories 
How I brighten up with no glow on my face 
While on my shoulders I have a collection of cans, wills, should haves and could haves 
Which darken my blood living my heart split in half... 

When night arrives 
Day remembers me more 
The problems I avoid come back to fill in the void and take charge of my thinking 
Like taps leaking I can't stop my tears from falling while everyone is sleeping 

Am I stressing or seeking attention or maybe sickening? 
From 65kg down to 59kg within a week could it be that I'm weakening? 
When night arrives these are the questions that my mind keeps poppin' 

When night arrives 
My heart and mind start fighting 
My arms refuse to let go of my legs as I roll myself up like a snail under its shell but I still feel as though I'm unprotected. 

When night arrives 
My songs lose rythm while my poems have no rhyming scheme 
It gets colder under heated blankets 
My heart beats a bit slower 
I don't know whether its because of the darkness away from home which is closely related to evil 
The darkness which is filled with sharp thorns like an unwalked forest 
I don't know whether the darkness scares me because... 

When night arrives 
Fear travels from my toes to my thighs at high speed directly to my skull 
Causing my heart to beat slow 
Causing my weak points to show 

When night arrives 
The salty river starts to flow.

Copyright © Yolanda Nyembezi | Year Posted 2014

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What good is my help when you can't help yourself?

Lonely, Misunderstood, Trapped, Suffocating and Despair..

Normally he is happy, trying to help others smile
Lately, he has lost all will to do such..
So every night he sits alone in his room
Full of darkness, his thoughts wonder constantly
Something filling his head with horrible lies
Somewhere along the way he began to feel himself slip
How can he grasp a hold of himself... ?
A friend who constantly is trying to help him? .. No
He is so far gone, no one can help him but no one gets that
Sometimes its better to just let it happen so that person can be happy
No... because if that person leaves.. everyone else will soon feel what he did

What if I told you, suicide can save your broken heart... but can destroy happy ones .. the hearts of the people who love you?

Would you believe me when I say, there is another life and he doesn't belong here.. because he isn't like anyone else.. he cannot fit in here.. so why stay?

All these sad thoughts, and friends telling him the words of hope and God

What if he is sick of God.. what if he never seen hope.. what if he just doesn't care anymore?

What if that release will help him, collect himself... because pieces of him are scattered everywhere... some pieces are lost.. 

silence... silence is always his best friend.. because silence understands... silence doesn't keep him from what he wants.. 

A friend can toss you a rope, but its up to you .. to not lose hope... 

He chose to lose hope, he lost himself.. and it's too late to pick up the pieces..

Thoughts are works of fiction.. so what good is your help telling me there is hope when I haven't been able to find those lost pieces and pick them up Myself?

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2015

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"Coulda, woulda, shoulda," is keeping me awake,
Things I could have stopped,
Things I would have done,
Things I should have said.

Those who do not speak will not be heard,
Things unspoken,
Promises broken,
Bottle up inside their heads.

I've seen two teacher scandals in my time,
Red flags mistaken,
Actions not taken,
Still haunt my nightly dreams.

Seen a friend pass, coulda asked him how he was,
Woulda counseled had I known,
Shoulda have made an effort,
It still haunts my nightly dreams.

From all the lessons I've learned with time,
The greatest I have learned,
Do not let your silence,
Speak louder than your words.

Speak up.

Copyright © Mike A. | Year Posted 2015

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Could I have done something 
Was I not listening
You showed me the ropes
Made me the man I am 

Would things be different
If I didn't leave for home
Could you have stayed alive for me
Now I'm missing a piece of my soul

Didn't you know what this does
Leaving me broken 
Were we not enough
No I can't trust an old heart

I needed you to know
You were worth more
Then death tempted your beautiful soul

Its a sad thing to loose one of your own
I needed you to know
I would've given you my young 
And taken your sick and old 


Copyright © Zachary Ward | Year Posted 2015

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To Be Honest
By Laura
November 13, 2015

Just rip me open
Tear me apart
Tell me again how you knew from the start

Make me a martyr
Tell me I'm strong
Just make me feel like I've done nothing wrong

Just pull me out of my head
Cause I really hate myself
Sometimes I wish I was dead
But instead I hurt myself 

Give me example
Show me the way
Show me the things I dont know how to say

Call me a liar
Call me a thief
Wish you could see I just need some relief

Every day I stare into the deep end
Knowing I'm no longer well
I'm both an angel and a deamon
I live in heaven and in hell

Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2015

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People come and people go. Here and there, to and fro, High above and down below. Why on earth did you have to go? What did the angels say, When you flew up there on that snowy day? I bet they cried and welcomed you home, And it proved to you, You were never alone. And then you grew wings, Like an eagle in flight, And you're seen in the stars, Every single night. I saw dark, and you saw the light, And since that day, I've lost my sight. But for once in my life, I can see so clear, No matter what I know, You've always been near, Even though you're not with me, It's ok, I have a little less fear. Because your fear, Was finally dismissed, If I had just one wish, It's to hear your voice, And give you one last kiss, And it's your laughter that I miss. Somewhere out there, In the star lit night, I need to tell you something, It's ok, I'm alright. I'm better than yesterday, And will be better tomorrow, And of course I'll always have some sorrow, And my strength I wished you had borrowed. Whispered sweet secrets, I'll always hold in my soul, Like you are happy now, You are finally whole. You're no longer out of control, Up and up away so high, And no longer down here below. Cuz' I know you're feeding, The itty bitty birds, And you don't need to say any words. It would be so absurd, To think you're lost and unheard. I bet you're playing football, With all the little tikes, Tossing bean bags, and riding bikes. Maybe horseshoes, Or maybe even cards, Remember you taught me chess? I gave up and said it was too hard. Yesterday I found a card, And it made me smile, And only after a little while, You asked “Why are you so tired?” I heard you say, You love me so, And I whispered back “I'll never let you go.” You inspire me to do better, To be seen and always heard, And to ignore all the terrible things, That are going on in the world. I was always there for you, As you were always for me, And I am a little grateful, You are now happy and so free.

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015