Suicidal Poems - Poems about Suicidal

delusional old bricks, red and crumbling flowers bright blue and crisp and i wondered where you had gone behind a wall that did not exist the sky silently wept over me clouds crawled by like angels wings san francisco died in the swirling mist it was just one of those things a melody whined through my head pianos and violins kept the music slow i decided...

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Suicidal Ohh little one The world knew not for you let no one, Not to find out, but kept your woes. Your thoughts became your biggest foes. You belittled yourself if not fitted. Where is your voice hidden? That all at once you just quitted, The life so good one would be smitten. You woke the alarms of death, And broke the hearts of...

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Poems request that I be authentic. I am unsure my pen can take it. I live life as an emotional sayer, but should I now reveal each layer my blood will spill upon this paper. I have sought to give life tender smiles while enduring heart wrenching trials. I have glued events found fragile into some matter I can handle. I have not once...

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My government Has not approved Helping the poor. Going down town Ancient food chain Menu price up. Market items Rotting all eyes Left empty hands. My eyes eating Paint hamburger Cramps my belly....

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I’ll be gone this summer. It’s just a fact of life. One day when the moon settles into the heavens and the hazy heat loses its grip on the day, I’ll walk to the woods and never emerge. I’ll become one with the earth, take my last breaths to the sounds of crickets and squirrels scurrying to their treetop homes. It’s not particularly...

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I'm sick of the silence I’m sick of the distance I’m sick of hiding I’m sick of being someone i’m not I’m sick of trying too hard just to fall short I’m sick of the lies, the lies that keep me up at night wondering if this was a canon event that changed my life I’m sick of trying too hard...

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I breathe hurt What if all those rumors were true? The rumors that shipping two young people together only made it true? What if those rumors were so true that I tried so hard to make things work when I realized I was rushing? No, it didn’t go that far, My one true friend isn’t with me, not in...

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I always had this sense of pity for those thinking of ending their lives, Those unemployed, struggling youths & those who left this world before their wives. I always thought it is an act of bravery to hold those blades and knives. Their hands, once strong, now tremble with fear, As they grasp the blade, or...

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In anger, I scream at the wall. In pain, onto my pillow I fall. I take it out on my bed, punching, my face turns red. I grab my razor out of despair, "nobody will see if I make the cut there." For a minute, the pain subsides, I take a breath as red fills the line. For a brief time, I finally...

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Jailed for the will to be jailed Kids shouldn’t play with fire But they do, and of course they fail In full conscious of mad desire What now, will you write a sequel To Servantes’s Don Quixote Lots of tyres around every mill A borsch with pampushka you’ve got There’ll be Ursula of Brussels The lady you wish to know better There’ll be...

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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 to the world, When the world means nothing to me. This constant stagnation of life is tiring And I have waited long enough To finally give in to the depths Of the shadows that...

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Regret has become a vindictive old friend We’ll go hand and hand until my cold bitter end And as hard as I try to fake and pretend These holes in my heart I’ll never fully mend All these men They feel free to mistreat my body In the mirror, I can’t see the carefree girl I used to be SET ME FREE LET...

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Suicide ideation is painful ~ I am not here to judge you ...

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The depression is strong Sometimes I wonder why I was even born I’m nothing but a stressor in most people life I make one mistake after another in life I keep thinking I found love just to have my heart ripped out and handed me on a silver platter Why am I here Why am I even alive I’m nothing but a burden to everyone in...

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That voice in your ear It's mostly fear Starts as a whisper Faintly and gently Eases you towards that rope and chair It will take away the pain you feel so deeply Maybe I should They all keep leaving me A knife in the back A bullet in the brain Theyre one in the same Can I rid myself of all this pain Before it drives...

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