Suicidal Poems

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let me love you again
	in love with you in every way
	in love with you in every way again
   things you are
   giving up
	giving you up
	i need to give you up, but i know not yet how
		why can't i view you as a friend
		why can’t i get over it
		it’s been so long

A FORCE SO POWERFUL

I didn't understand,
God was holding my hand.

I was lonely,
God was holding my hand.

I was hungry,
God was holding my hand.

I was sick,
God was holding my hand.

I was depressed,
God was holding my hand.

I was anxious,
God was holding my hand.

I was scared,
God was holding my hand.

I was bitter,
God was holding my hand.

I was regretful,
God was holding my hand.

I

IF I WOULD HAVE KNOWN

When you're so low you have to reach up just to touch bottom.

Then when you've reached the bottom you still have to climb higher to reach the top.

This is what having depression feels like.
You see no end, unless you end.

There is no strength left within you to climb any higher, so you stay at the

Intrusive Thoughts

Dare I share my intrusive thoughts
Once suicidal in a mood so dark
I actually tried to stop my heart
Using vitamins to sin with life to part

It was a low that got so deep
Manic tide had overcome me
Was hearing voices in trilogies
Mad as I was bipolar buried

I recall walking outside
Collapsed in the sunshine
Barely recall ambulance ride
Feeling lost

This Note

I’m hiding this note  far from humanity 
And yes you are dying to know why I want it out of sight 

I’m hiding this note from man
Far from the sun yet close 
Too close to be missed 

As I am scribbling these words 
Inked in sweat and blood 
Coming from a place I can’t

delusional

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

Suicidal

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

My Total Pain

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

Suicidal Hardship

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.

I’ll be gone this summer

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

The Silence

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

Fade

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

What it feels to a suicidal?

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

Abide in Me

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

Freedom Fighter

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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