Best Suicide Note Poems
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20 years old, time to die
mum moved the mountain
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If I should die before I wake
And this be the last breathe I take.
Just know this was a decision that I made.
That I was a soul that just couldn't be saved.
And try as might to take the blame,
It just isn't your fault.
You gave birth to me ,
But you didn't breed these anxieties.
And you put the voices in my head.
And you didn't know I cried myself to bed.
If I die and you feel that it is before my time.
Just know I was suffering but now I'm fine.
I struggled with the decision to go or to stay.
I know you're probably angry with me and that's okay.
I know you think I'm selfish for ending my life this way.
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take...
That he alone will have mercy and grace,
To know how hard of a decision it was on me.
And the scars on my lifeless body will remain
Not as who I was but of who I became.
Do not cover them with make up
Because I am unashamed.
I was hurting and they are symbolic of my pain.
If I should die today...
Your tears they were true,
you can’t fake that pain.
The pain of failure, and pain of depression.
Anxiety, and knowing you’re not good enough.
You loved her, and she loved you,
But love wasn’t strong enough to help you pull through.
And the promise ring you gave her,
was your promise of forever.
Only a forever she wouldn’t yet understand.
One.
two.
three.
four.
Now your mother is banging on your bathroom door,
Why are you crying on your bathroom floor?
Why is there blood seeping onto your carpet floor?
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
The words they’ve said,
they sealed your fate.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
The ones you left here,
you didn’t think they could’ve helped.
But now we’ll never know,
How we could’ve helped.
By the time the paramedics get there,
you’re already dead.
No suicide note,
just a lifeless body instead.
How will I know,
what I could’ve done,
to help you from a fate you could’ve overcome.
In his suicide note
My poverty is to blame
No one else, he wrote
Give me fire give me blaze,
Those who live by the sword shall die by the blade,
Caged in a mind so evil filled with hatred and blame,
The wounds healed but the scares remained
A constant reminder of a past lived as an out cast,
Suicidal thoughts grew in his head like a tumour ,
A permanent solution to end his life of misery after years of searching he realised the pain never left like the right hand and all hope was now in a hoovering draculin sword above his head with no escape,
His conscience pleaded with his emotions they was still time for change like the coins in his hand were once a note,
Suicide was never an option those were the words in his mind as he regained consciousness from this dream.
I'm the last words
You'll ever say
No matter if it's on a piece of paper
Or a video tape
I'm the last thing you'll ever see
While you're saying goodbye to your friends
And family
When it's too late
They'll find me less than a foot away
From your dead body
I'm the note
That'll witness more tears
Than anyone will ever experience in their life time
The sad thing is I only see that in five minutes
In one single night
I'm the last thing your mother will read
While she's staring at her flesh and blood's lifeless body
This is a cycle that seems to repeat
A person can only go so long with the pain and the guilt and the agony
Of missing someone they loved so deeply
In the end the last thing on their mind
Is if they'll go to Heaven or Hell
Because of suicide
I'm the suicide note
I'm the last one to see you alive
Or is that really so?
The words you strung together
Showed every emotion you felt in your life
At the same time it seemed like you felt nothing
It didn't matter if you hung yourself from the cieling
Or blew your brains on the wall
It's almost like
You didn't kill yourself at allct
The razor blade held to his wrist shows pain,
mourning, and anything else.
You see, he just wants someone to understand him,
care for him, and love him as their own.
His mother and father argue over the tiniest things.
Cut one starts, he doesn't feel the relief yet.
Peers and students tease him for being bubbly and happy.
But no one has seen this dark and twisted part of his mind.
Cut two stings just a bit, a sting from a wasp.
His friends don’t care, they have their own mediocre lives to deal with.
Cut number three murders the emotional pain.
No one cares that he does this.
Everyone presses on in their own lives,
paying taxes and making love.
He grabs his father’s pistol from under his parents’ bed.
He writes this letter, and then pulls the trigger.
Colour of the rose that I left with the note.
reddened eyes reading what I wrote.
Instructions for funeral readings I want spoke.
my motives and reasons I quote.
suicides my option the knife to my throat.
one single crimson drop lands on my coat.
nothing can stop me now, my depression had no antedote.
Very dark comp entry Its what came with Crimson 26072016
I say this again loud and clear
its not your fault my dear
for its me who have wronged
for its me who have sinned
Silent tears rolled down my cheek
with the feeling of being unheard
but how are you supposed to hear me
when i did not say a word
When i take a look back at my life
few memories that i can visualize
are all of my failures,mistakes and regrets
now i realize....
I used to be optimistic,i used to love the world
But today i guess i failed people of my blood
cause i could not give them happiness so deserved,
for the affection,care and keeping my memories preserved
So i leave the brutal world blaming you
for my sadness and demise
but my love its not your fault
cause you completed all your duties and exercise
i did not want the gold,the silver
i just wanted to have love,laughter and cheers
i did never like the excessive luxury
while being unable to take care of my peers
for me happiness was in everyone's smile
while you had big ambitions to achieve
ruling hearts was my dream,ruling world was yours
that is where the fate played mischief
i say again my dear,
the blame on you should be clear
cause it is result of my fate so ill and unjust
and you simply became the 'the victim of my trust'.....
Form:
I call this
Suicide Note
By RebelpJones
Drastic measures dismantle your mind,
Theres only one way out,
These are thoughts of only your kind,
You see different shades of goodbye, in disfigured designs,
Youe tired of the worlds sick disease,
The pollution of the war that your mind breathes,
And every time the light shines dark is all you see,
You have no mentors or hero's,
So therefore no one is who you think you will be,
Your mentality is what makes you weak,
And once you climb out of the dark,
Knowkedge is what you'll seek,
Until then you'll be society's little freak,
A consistent pound of hammering trying to break a mental blockade,
Confusion brings your heart feelings,
From a high to a low,
The battle within you conquered,
No one recognises, like no one knows,
So whats the use of reaching goals,
So you live alone in a dark dark world,
Where no one understands how you feel,
Or the things you see through mangled eye's,
People dont even realise,
You don't mean some of the things you do,
It's something in your inner self that takes control of you,
Something happens that really helps you,
And then your time comes naturally,
And not by a labled sickness that takes your life away from you.
Rope around my neck
I’ve choked myself to death
What I’d do for one more breathe,
To go back to when I was a kid
Relive my first love,
To feel the love of my mother, and see a hero in my father..
Be in awe of the stars as my eyes glitter with wonder,
The voices in my head are quiet now,
But my heart no longer beats.
I long for a feast,
A gathering of those I called friends,
No longer can my broken heart be mend,
Be mend by kind words, sympathy and borrowing of the shoes in which I walk,
No longer will I borrow an ear
For I’ve let out my final breathe.
I want to feel the excitement of coming first,
But the fear of coming last has left me dangling my feet.
Don’t cry for me,
Remember the good feels I gave you
Ignore my selfish action to take your friend, your brother
Your son..
To ye who languishes in sorrow,
Don’t be disheartened for you shall join me in the morrow….
TO A FORGOTTEN SUICIDE NOTE...
On the gallows o time my soul
Hung in despair.
Faith released its terrible swift sword;
Least my thoughts forgot.
Least my thoughts forgot the footprints
You walked
To be free of the mystified feelings locked
In catacombs of dreams
Stroking spiraling smoke to blurred visions
Gone stale like yesterday's day.
Time passes and grief remains dissatisfied.
Oh, Friend Darkness, if I fall
I pray my tears
Cleanse spattered walls.
Let this act stay our surprise--
Let others wonder and surmise---
My actions hold no one to blame
But life echoes barren as a solo game.
Empty arms are not the life for me
There resonates a hollow chill in living free—
No one fancies dawn
Keenly as I---
Devours azure fresh whipped from the sky--
Inhales auto fumes with glory like spring garden scents
Explores both skyscrapers and Bedouin tents—
Missing is the wealth of sweet delight--
Beloved warmth that guards my dreams at night.
Confidence that he matches never ending longing for my kiss--
Our half-smile code that promises future lazy hours of bliss.
Alone --all Color skitters past like white tail deer
Alone--all garden blooms are poisoned with my tears---
There is no hand to pull me through adventure’s trails
Or wondrous wit to regale me with absurd wild tales.
And so,If I decide to eat my gun before the morning light
Remember friend,
that Darkness has won the battle
but not the Final Fight.
V. Anderson-Throop
11/11/14
SUICIDE NOTE
If you need to learn the alphabet of war
Start from 'A' man who bit his own tongue
He will let you know how pain becomes small pox
That writes sore poems all over the body.
Leave a sad man to a piano
And he will find the right keys
To his type of music.
Another ship has capsized in my body
My eyes are yet to find fins
And I am not streamline
But I would love to see if there are survivors
There won't be, for water is not different from fire
As night is not different from day, to a blind man.
To run from my memories
I will have to die, and leave them
In the heart of another victim
But my mother's soul is an old nest
Waiting for my bird to return from the land-
of burning trees.
The last time I visited the cemetery
I built three cities:
- The first was Paris
- The second was Cairo
- The third was Lagos
But I only left with a stick of cigarette, a firelighter-
and soft fumes of burning weed.
So I am dying tomorrow
To a land where a stranger can come
And build my unfulfilled dreams
For of what use are these dreams?
If they cannot be stolen, but I can be killed.
If you see my mother looking outside the window
Tell her the empires I promised her are waiting
In a foreign land, nearby.
Undo this
And quickly.
Razors, the cut,
The Edge, bleeding
Endlessly.
I smiled because
Heaven took you
from me.
And I am not
far behind.