Suicide Emo Poems

I want to be close with you
The one I can't have

The blades you practically placed in my hands
The lack of air you'd supply

I want you...

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It is all a lie.
All I want is to just die.
I can't tell you why....

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The rainbow comes after the storm they say
But my storms are ever lasting 
And my rainbows short-lived.
I don't want to know how much I mean...

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Maybe my wrists are magnets.
Maybe they attract the blade.
Maybe it’s my thoughts that bring about the shade. 
Am I addicted to the site of the...

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Whenever I die
I much rather they not cry.
Rather just goodbyes.
No pity, nor wonder why,
Just God opening their eyes....

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Crying a flood of tears,
Always having those fears
Of trusting others.
Life still dissatisfying even with brothers.
Cutting one self open, 
Writing with blood.
Always feeling lonely and homely,
Hopelessly...

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I'm not that valuable
A person,
A friend,
A citizen, 
A woman,
A daughter,
A sister.

No, I'm that valuable at all.
I'm aware what I am worth,
But I want to be shown
Just...

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Flowers by her graveside because she wasn’t strong enough to stay and fight
She was always either fight or flight but when the fighting became too...

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Darkest heart a ruddy black 
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion 
Of volcanic hell frozen...

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In every effigy there is infamy...
I conceive every domain.
That is my immortal doctrine...
 I see into the shadowy corners of its facade...
  Feel its faded power...

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Divinities of stone 
Humanity of bone
Legions march in time 
to glossy cracked clocks. 
Black Boots step to the metronome. 
Before them dark skies become…
Into it...

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Hello, Oblivion am I welcomed to thy realm?
            down into the darkness 
 ...

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In halls of idol wind
Ribbons of rain
Ribbons of pain
Ribbons of the insane
Flying down the avenues 
Hands clutching the wheel
Eyes blur as my mind swims…
of my...

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the skelton of the watch
a vigil for the passing dead
things left unfed 
wraiths wander on 
watching wanting waiting 
guiding the blind in to the light
the...

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Sharp the need
burning the bitter weed
burnt offerings in
fragments of imagery
feeling the spice sweet 
dreams come
nice as the world swims 
out of view 
the light feeds...

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