Long Suicide Poems
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Imagine if they really knew you…
What you are going through
What you actually feel
Pain
Imagine if they really knew you…
Imagine if you could see what people think about you.
What to change about yourself
Make people think good about you…
Imagine if you had one wish.
One wish that would fix everything
A wish that would help you overcome your fears
Imagine you had one wish…
Imagine if they knew what you wanted to do…
How much you hate yourself
And having to fake your smile
Imagine having a blade to hand…
What would you do?
Imagine how they would feel about you…
Imagine how they would cope with your death.
Imagine if everyone was equal…
No young girls would be committing suicide
No one would be faking their smile
No one would be depressed
Imagine if life was perfect
Imagine if dreams came true…
Imagine having one wish
A wish that would fix everything
A wish that would make people stop hating you
Imagine having one wish…
Bubbles live in sorrow,
brief lives, bursting
move, and they're gone
gone—
as if they never
existed before
Pop
Pop
Pop
We wash our sorrows,
scrub again and again, erasing
soap and sin that seeps into our skin
our touch destroying what barely was
Pop
Pop
Pop
I draw air; they vanish silently
in and out—
Pop
Pop
Pop
Sinking silhouette,
dragging deeper down into the depths of despair
nothing left to rise, nothing left to vanish
Have I?
Captured you?
Rapture’d you?
I stare at you
The moon at my back
Wine dripping as blood
Life dripping from your soul
My red hair shines and glows
My Naughty thoughts so sublime
I will devour you
I will make you
Make you be who you are
Make you howl like a wolf in the night
Pleasures as you have never known
Caressing upon your chest
My love, we have no time at all to rest
In peace, just yet
Do you see me, full of your essence?
I smile at our fate of the evening time
I know in the end
All the pleasure I bring to you
You oh great love will return ten fold
I will moan like a satisfied feline
We have accomplished what our tribes said was not
Allowed or possible
Hold me dear
Hold me forever
As we plunge
Together in the depths of love
And leave this world
Forever
Notes: This poem was all over the map, and finally I molded it after the famous Romeo and Juliet.
I am stuck in the darkness of another sunny day
The demons inside of me, prescriptions cannot slay
My psychiatrist is demented
I’ve got psychoses she invented
For each new diagnosis, extra I must pay
The world inside my head is a scary place to be
Sometimes I am unaware of which persona controls me
I am alone in a crowd
The silence is too loud
But it is too crowded when I am in solitary
Positive forces are in a negative state
If everything is normal – there must be a mistake
The reinforcements are arriving much too late
The euphoria I feel, I know will soon abate
My masculinity is crying like a child
My libido is running around wild
My id has started to let go
There is nothing super about my ego
I can no longer function
At this neurotic junction
Compassion is out of fashion
And pierces like acupunction
Individual personalities inside
Have been born and died
Some committing suicide
A tact I do not abide
Left to devices of my own
Captive in my home
Not casting any stones
Decaying to the bones
Dialing 9-1-1 on the telephone
Emptiness can hurt
No one hears the silent screams
Fighting for a way out
A race to the dirt
Surviving the dreams
Destroyed without a doubt
Does the sting ever leave
Deeper longer each time
Praying for it to stop to release
No longer do I believe
This life is not mine
Cries echo in the night.
A deep breath
It's time
No one to hear
No one to interfer
Nothing to fear
I wish I wasnt here
Before me the answer appears
End this nightmare
No longer do I care
Happiness is a joker so beware
Skin exposed bare
Knife sharp enough to cut hair
Another deep breath
Eyes flow
Why wasn't I enough for anyone
Why am I the one always left alone
Why couldn't plans be postponed
Shouldn't they had known
Another deep breath as he enters
Finally my eyes rest upon the last one
Death came to snicker
Smiling down on me eyes glow as the lights flicker
"No more will you have to bicker.
Take it slow no rush I'll take you no quicker."
He touches my bare arm and I watch amazed as it becomes slicker
I thought Death would be cold but warmth then I realize and become sicker.
It begins
I close my eyes
Deaths voice penetrates me.
"Not so fast, slowly"
"Can't you see"
He points as I look I see my life oozing consistently
I look up at Death he smiles again coldly.
"Breathe for it's not yet time he says sickeningly.
Another deep breath
Not so deep this time
I feel my heart beat slow it's racing pace
I think of their face
My babies.. oh sweet Grace..
What have I done what got me to this place..
Another shaky deep breath
Knowing it won't be long
My cries again echo throughout
Please I want to stay they won't understand what this is about
My vision blurs
Another shallow breath
Sight narrows
I see blackness caving in
Why did I have to be so broken
Why could no one see why weren't their hearts open
Finally my hearing starts to fade this is the end
As if in a dream I see them
I see my heart's my love I see I see the end..
Suicide is a final choice
There's nothing past death you'll have no voice
Don't be iffy make sure there's not even a small chance
Because a decision once made...
Allows Death to begin his dance...
Why do some people commit suicide?
When is enough enough
What makes them decide
To finish living
Before the end of their ride
Why do they want to come to an abrupt end
Nobody knows what's around the bend
Perhaps they are under too much stress
Have feelings of uselessness
That makes them depressed
Despair engulfs
They feel out of breath
The only way out for their peace of mind
To these people is death
At our Grandson's school
A girl took her own life
She had a close family
And an excellent IQ
What was the reason
I haven't a clue
Maybe excess when everything's too much
Overload of everything
Looking around for a crutch
Something to lean on
If only for a spell
Pause, take time out
And hopefully, all will be well
People who are high achievers
Need to rest their brain
Cramming too much information
Can explode causing pain
Pain causes stress in everyone
Not just the elite
Nobody's life journey
Is perfect and complete
It is tragic when one so young feels lost
To give everything away
Without counting the cost
Not to just themselves but
Everyone that knew and loved her
With all their heart
Their despair and sadness
Now tearing them apart
Like everyone living
I don't know what this means
Is the explanation
Something in our genes
On wings of self-destruction she relishes the panic
In the control room of the living
It was meant to be a family journey from heaven
Everyone on board to enjoy the passage
Then she launches herself as a guided vile missile
Mission nearly accomplished
Seat belts fastened and cool drinks already served
A knowing smile from the stewardess
The airport tower signals a clear runway for runaways
Paradise calling on a flight path to hell
Final announcement we have unchecked baggage
Please alight from the vessel
Puzzled but not unwilling he adjusts to the order
Takes his case from the carrier
He had not packed his belongings entirely on his own
Before placing them on the conveyor belt
Assisted and extended suicide had been in the making
Strapped to transgressions of boundaries
In time he got off the the airbus to help other travellers
Maybe he should take a train on his own
When the jet craft exploded he watched the fire ball
Sad but relieved that this voyage was over
31st January 2020
At the crossroads
were once left offerings
to the goddess of ghosts
Hecate with her keys
At the crossroads
were once buried the bodies
of criminals and those
who chose to commit suicide
considered unworthy to be laid to rest
in the hallowed earth of a cemetery
their spirits left to wander
aimlessly for eternity
At the crossroads
Robert Johnson fell to his knees
unable to hitch a ride
as the sun sank low in the sky
fearing he would die hanging from a tree
or maybe he sold his soul to Satan there
depending on the story
At the crossroads
I stand at midnight under the milky moon
singing my own song of heartache
waiting for some sign from the divine
to tell me which path to take
Poison, poison, poison.
Something’s gone rotten.
A knife in its rightful place.
Bullets ascending from unstable ground.
A swarm of scythes curl around my joints.
As the metal cools my skin,
I feel the abyss taking over.
This angel of death wants me.
Something denies her, yet it’s not me.
What is it, somebody just tell me.
The sound of claws scratching torments my ears.
I quiver with fear, there must be a way out.
She’s so close, her gaze is right there.
A golden mace tainted with rodent fur.
Collapsed, coughing blood.
What a familiar feeling.
Dancing shadows, laughing and singing.
Are there others in the room?
The void whispers, playing tricks on my ears.
Endless tears leave stains on my skin.
Thousands of ears can’t hear my screams.
She won’t let me live, it won’t let me die.
A heartbeat never ceases—
it just stops moving.
Lifeless, numb, and cold.
Daily mounting pressures
What hides behind the eyes
You've tried your best to catch her
This crazy thing called life
While imitating art
No one saw you draw the signs
Sadly here you are
Dressed up like suicide
If you had asked permission
Would they grant the fall
Have you ever heard them listen
To your cries before
Set with tunnel vision
To the world outside
Giving out you give in
Dressed up like suicide
What was once distance thunder
Now goes off in your head
The down pour pulls you under
Held by the hand of death
A cushion for your problems
Sign on the dotted line
Smoke em if you got em
Dressed up like suicide
Although there's an average of 120 suicides a day in America alone the death of Chris Cornell was a real shocker to me and once again puts this tragedy to the forefront.
I beg you, please seek help....
For yourself and your loved ones.