Suicide Death Poems | Examples
These Suicide Death poems are examples of Death poems about Suicide. These are the best examples of Death Suicide poems written by international poets.
as i write this
i have two bottles on the bed next to me
filled with tiny hard capsules
they're staring at me
calling me
i've tried to resist their voices
but with each day they grow louder
i already tried two months ago
i've been trying to silence them ever since
it's hard to silence them
when it's the only comfort you get
the comfort of knowing that option is there
there is a way for the pain to stop
the suffering
i have letters written from months ago
i feel like i should've written more
but it's not like i can get backlash
if they actually read them, there's no way to contact me
not anymore
i fear it won't work
just like it hasn't the last time
or the time before
and the time before that
and then it's just another thing to keep to myself
sometimes i wish somebody knew
but then they'd treat me different
or maybe they wouldn't
i don't know which one is worse
i'm stalling now
hoping maybe someone would text
i want to be gone but
i'd stay if you wanted me to
but you don't
so i've taken them now
it feels freeing in a way
to know the end is so near
i'm not even crying, just numb
i may do a few things
one last time
hopefully
Categories:
absence, angst, death, depression,
The morning after I tried to die was just like any other. My Grandmother called me from the kitchen, alarming me that I had slept-in too late. My face was puffy in my eyes, cheeks and lips. My body was fatter and more stocky. My color was all-well returned back to my head, with my nose a bright red. I had taken most of the pills in my prescription bottle, surprisingly nobody noticed the amount of them that were missing. Even though I was breathing, I have been dead for months.
The morning after I told her I was better off nowhere, in the thirty degrees heat, I left. I figured it made no matter where I found myself in the world anyways, for I was just a problem made of atoms.
The morning after he told me he loved me I took his blindness and handed it to Jesus, Jesus healed him like he did the others, and suddenly he was just a boy who had said three words he’d never mean.
The morning after the dog left, I saw his footprints embedded in the living room carpet like cement. I saw him moaning and crying at the door like the ghost he was, begging to come back.
The morning after I woke up, I wish I had not. But that's just life.
Categories:
death, 11th grade, addiction, pain,
There are things in this life
Weighing me down it's true
There's anxiety and depression
Are some hell l go through
The part of life called living
This is the burden I bare
It would be different for me
Maybe if anyone would care
People who are close to me
Have left me to be alone
They don't like what they hear
My actions they don't condone
I've been pleading out for help
And there's no one that's near
The time is now for this to end
Death i will no longer fear
Categories:
anxiety, betrayal, dark, death,
4:09:05
A familiar time which plays on repeat in my mind
Get the opposite of high, but I don’t know why
Cutting pounds but not just my weight
I’m not trying to over-exaggerate
But I think it’s time to say goodbye.
Being alone isn’t the same as feeling it
I just wanna stop, I just wanna quit
They say all it takes is just a call
Down the rabbit hole you fall
Running down an empty hall
I cant seem to recall
If it’s really worth it all
Looking out the window, all
I hear is a loud rainfall
Beats me staring at a wall
Or downing pints of alcohol
Not afraid for if i fall
The flowers I’ll receive by haul
I’ll feel better overall
4:09:05 is my call
Categories:
death, depression, mental health,
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 medicine cabinet torn apart
four pill bottles scattered around me
all once full
now empty
will that make the hurting stop?
a blade in my hand, pressed to my wrist
finally brave enough
to go deeper than just the surface
will that make the hurting stop?
going to bed one night
head laid on my tear-stained pillow
and never waking up again
will that make the hurting stop?
will the hurting ever stop?
or am i destined to live like this forever?
i'm not even living anymore
i'm just surviving
barely surviving
against my own will
Categories:
angst, death, depression, emotions,
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 spent most of our time
just wishing maybe she'd notice
see how lifeless my eyes are
see how yet another part of me is gone
just like the last time
and the time before that
but she didn't notice
nobody ever notices
but that's okay, i know they have their own struggles too
i try to always be there for them
even when i'm not there for myself
it's easier that way
to fix people's problems instead of my own
i'd rather sit back and let my life crash and burn
than confront them
but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want someone to see
i won't tell them on my own
i'll tell them if they ask
they don't ask, no matter how many times i ask them
so instead i'll suffer in silence
mostly silent, besides writing these
until someone finally notices
or i can finally succeed
Categories:
death, angst, depression, how i
I see a long winter coming
(yes, I know)
the dull gray spreads ahead of me,
there ain’t no use in running
(if I could)
from yourself you can never flee.
There’s a long winter coming
(how’d I know)
you’d take it to such an extreme,
thought that we were something,
(yes, you did)
when to ‘benefits’ we agreed.
…Oh, the lies we tell,
to fake peace with ourselves,
you were in that dark place…
but nothing did you say…
In the long winter coming
(how will I)
forget the picture I was shown
by a cop so condemning
(let me see)
just how you’d laid yourself low.
In this long winter coming
(I will ask)
why you couldn’t tell me the truth,
always said we’d end it
(if we found)
ourselves in love with someone new.
…Oh, how could it be,
a triviality,
with fire took a turn,
and how it left you burned…
O’er the long winter coming
(I will say)
I’d have left her if I had known,
if I’d learned of your feelings
(I’d take you)
as mine to see if it would grow.
Now the long winter coming
(weighs on me)
all that was lost with your dark choice,
I’m left here, undone, and
(every day)
I wish I could still hear your voice…
Categories:
death, loss, lost love,
Visions of a saint near
that bridge has a name.
The suicide frontier
the method's all the same.
a jump into crashing rocks
head first into oblivion.
Leave behind shoes and socks,
and aspire to be heavenly.
Waves wash away red splashes
before the blood can stain,
a church will have its masses
while many choose the rain.
A return to first opened eyes
Purgatory denounces peace to grave
to the suffering in which we wish to die,
back here all the grief & the shame.
Categories:
absence, death, depression, funeral,
My life is declining fast
I gave up all my control
This life i live is reckless
My heart has paid the toll
As I go through this life
Struggling with each day
For me the day is a victory
When myself I don't slay
I've pondered that thought
So quite often In my head
I'm certain of many ways
I might make myself dead
Those thoughts do please me
Believing I'm going to die
In the coffin I lay listening
To the silence of any cry
Categories:
death, bereavement, betrayal, cry, dark,
Hand on your shoulder- by Dominique Smith
Hi, whom are talking to? The cold reality pull you back. Hey? Whered you go? Whomsoever is there is no longer a feeling. Tight shadows in your cold corner, the feathering flicking lights of trust have been drained. The wires are exposed and unsafe, the water of tears can help electrocute you.
Falling failing flattened on the pavement, Hey? There you are. Wake up, what are you doing out here. Forest lit by fire flies, no memories have felt so enlarged, time goes on the weather is no longer a factor. Stop being stupid and get up off the ground, stop calling me stupid! Whome are you talking to? The humidity has you in a chokehold, the warm bath you slip into is a huge relief.
Come on, Lets go home. But I am home, No our home. Ok , lets go. WAITE!! NO!! what the hell is wrong with you?! I was going home.... No you're not! Youre going to the building with help and hope, No! Im not! Im going home! Look me in my eye, ok. Are there any hands on my shoulders? No. Then you fooled her again. Because you told the truth, the only hands i see are on my shoulders and they would never leave me no matter what or who.
Categories:
caregiving, conflict, death, fantasy,
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Joseph May
DEATH
Flat line
Cold hearted
One chamber, one shot
Suicide triggers loss
A good wife left grief-stricken
"Why did he give her a black rose?
Categories:
dark, death,
I would see him die, rather than saving him.
I don't know what his life could be after he dies, or if he would be saved.
If someone dies, that person is remembered, would be praised for his good deeds, or criticized for words he never meant in that way.
But I will have the thought that he will have a better afterlife—what many people don't know about.
But if I save that person, I don't know what major change I will cause in his stormful presence.
He is looking dead into my eyes, like his eyes are telling me that I am the last living person who hasn't seen him with disgust.
I saw him jump over the bridge.
At first, I thought a thief or a burglar took his wallet and pushed him off.
But now I am questioning what I should believe—
The fake thought that I have created, or the reality that he wants to die in.
And at that point, I would let him die, rather than saving him.
Categories:
angst, conflict, confusion, death,
There is too much silence after death
From the one who leaves and the ones bereft
And the ones bereft are the ones who need
The One who's defeated death and birthed belief
A belief in Him (that's God's advice)
Finds relief in Him our intercessory Christ
Categories:
death of a friend,
With those who
want to test the waters,
and yet have no wish
to get their feet wet,
but wait to have their cake
(and eat it too)
handed to them on a plate,
I will neither split hairs
and pick nits
nor reason or debate
(or tear their thoughts to bits)
so,
if they're going to 'fly',
(jump to a conclusion)
either do it or don't,
as Yoda said, 'There is no try,'
I may not agree,
but it's not up to me,
and can only advise,
should they desire
to self-defenestrate ASAP,
'Take the first window of opportunity.'
Categories:
crazy, death, humor, mental
I once contemplated suicide,
But only if I couldn’t have you by my side,
Reading my eulogy, shedding a few tears is nothing compared to the endless ocean before my eyes, we are given this one life,
Lord will you accept my apology before I do the deed?
Will you embrace me the way I’ve left the world you’ve created for me?
will anyone miss me?
Dark blue seas I cry, if only I could fly.
These thoughts flow through my brain for lack of love, for grief, for me to escape.
Am I insane or somehow conforming to this world full of Hate.
But WAIT will this anxiety and anger be my FATE?
The chambers of my heart so empty and cold with knowledge comes understanding. This is getting old.
To let the devil win. I would never. Jesus please help me before I take this endeavor.
Forgive me now.
At your feet I bow.
I give it all to you
Because I know my promise is in You.
Categories:
death, anger, anxiety, black african