Death Suicide Poems

i yearn for my end

sometimes i fantasize about
driving on the highway
going eighty 
and swerving into oncoming traffic
will that make the hurting stop?
walking somewhere 
alone in the dark
and getting cornered by a murderer
will that make the hurting stop?
being home alone 
door bursts open
an intruder with a gun pointed right at me
aimed right at my head
will that make the hurting stop?
the

is this even poetry anymore

i tried to end it all last night
i failed, obviously
it's so crazy to me how life goes on
when it almost didn't
i talked to my friends today
laughed with them
smiled as if everything was normal
but i doubt they could tell anything was off
i even hung out with a friend
and i love to hang out with her but
i

It's better this way

Sometimes I miss you more than ever
Seeing sunsets or paperclips
Seeing things you wouldve loved and not being able to tell you about it
I know you weren't the best
But at least you tried
Tried your best untill you died
Ive missed you every day since then
Not sure I'll ever stop
Might miss you till the day i die
But maybe

MOMENTARY REFLECTION

I was paralyzed in thought,
and standing all alone;
Surrounded by darkness,
everything was gone...

With barely a glimpse, from the corner of my eye;
I was travelling so fast as I passed myself by.
I was moving at high speed, as if,
somehow out of time.

Thinking to myself, looking back into the distance;
Could I have been resting, 
or was there something

sylvia

sylvia

***this concerns several books I once owned.
Some were written by Rod McKuen, others by
Richard Brautigan, others by others…***

i discovered that words are  
like some decadent dessert
too small to cause harm but too big 
to have a second helping

in the margins of tattered books
were scribbled lines i hoped to someday share
with someone who still had

The Cold embrace of Death

The Cold Embrace of Death

The hush transports him to another place,
where peace and joy are swallowed by regret.
The sea allures him to his own disgrace,
Akin to earworms feeble to forget

The crashing surf now softly breathes her name,
and speaks of pledges, secrets still untold.
The wind relays his sorrow and his shame,
as old bad dreams before his

I Cried Out; Attempted Suicide

I called out to Death
And Death answered me
I cried out for his embrace
And he comforted me

I poured my heart out to Death
And he invited me to dine with him
For the two months I visited Death
I was at peace

I danced with Death and I felt free
Oh how i wished to dance with Death for all eternity!
To

Before you leave the world tonight

Before you leave the world tonight,  
I want to tell you a story, a story about a girl who wanted to end her life. She tried to leave the world one night, but stopped when she saw this beam of light. She wrestled with her mind and remembered the life she was leaving behind.

305 BROOKHAVEN APT 5

In the hallway of legends and ghosts
I wander aimlessly in dream
Talking with the dead of Brookhaven
The rope burns are still fresh on Helen's neck
A sickly scarlet mark upon her throat
In this corridor, I pace, a key in hand; lost
Forever the sojourn of quietus in keeping
Before a door numbered two, I stand
Silence a silver web with

Smile

Yes I may smile
But after a while 
Maybe someone will see
This will never be me
Yes in fact
Its all an act
I am not happy
I am not proud
Im sad on the ground
Dying through a smile
Hidden on trial 
The struggle so big
But no one to dig
Me out of this ditch
Please someone tell me its a glitch
And I really

My end

It’s always: “why do you talk so much?”
When I hardly speak at all.

It’s always: “why are you so careful?”
Because I’m afraid of the fall.

It’s always: “why’re you so dramatic?”
When I just need a friend.

It’s always: “Yeah she’ll be fine”
Until they see my end.

Whisper of the Abyss

The night’s veil falls, heavy and near,
A suffocating silence, sharp and clear.
Shadows coil where hope once dwelled,
A heart now whispers what can’t be spelled.

The weight of the world, unrelenting, cruel,
Turns a vibrant soul into despair’s tool.
Each breath feels stolen, each step unsure,
The ache within seems beyond any cure.

But as the void whispers its cold allure,
A

Lupe Velez

Lupe Velez

It’s your beautiful ending.
It’s your careless sigh.
It’s the way that you ended,
Without a real goodbye.

(c)2023 Aa Harvey.  All Rights Reserved.

It’s over isn’t it

they dont know im the midas of rust
everything i touch turns to dust
but i have something midas lacks,
eyes to see through window cracks,
ears to hear the floorboards creek,
legs to move me from my keep,
and head enough to know im beat,
when everything before me screams,
please do not come near me,
im a walking example,
a fairytale you tell,
im

Released From this Inner Fight

I feel so weak,
No strength to fight,
It's all left my body,
Out like a light,

I'd hope to find a cure,
That this day wouldn't come, 
But now I'm too tired,
To reach out to someone,

I know they all cry, 
Probably scream and not understand, 
I promise I tried my best, 
I'm okay with this end, 

There'll be no

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