Suicide Poems | Examples of Suicide Poetry

Hey, It’s me, I've been thinking a lot lately, Do you ever wonder, Why do we want to know when, When we could just let go and forget, Did you ever care, Or do you even know what game you played, But you shut me out, Do I mean something to you, Or was I just a stone to step on to cross the river, So...

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My grief riddled mind is racing my heart is beating fast and my breaths are shallow as I wake up from a troubled dream And I remember that my son is gone I can't even remember exactly what was troubling about the dream, but reality hits the moment that I fully wake up My son is gone I suspect this will happen daily until it really...

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i draw the pain upon my skin, each cut a silent scream unheard, a bleeding map of battles fought inside the dark corners of my mind. the blood flows - red truths i cant say, whispers of a heart breaking quietly, fragile threads pulled tight, unraveling - until all thats left is the weight of wanting to end. i stand on the edge...

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My heart was shattered last Wednesday It has been a week How DARE time march on without my sweet boy? I still occasionally forget to breath and feel like I am underwater until my body automatically grabs a huge cleansing breath I am totally lost at times, I foget to eat, I forget to grab the medication I picked up and paid for, yet left at...

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In my heart broken fog of grief, I realize that I am not alone I have family, friends, God, my husband, and so many prayers to sustain me but it feels like the air is heavy, the tasks ahead of me are impossible and I am alone in the world BUT, I am not and I will put one foot in front...

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ms. deborah digges ms. deborah digges died today plunged to the earth and they found her that way she took her complex thoughts of simplicity and buried them in the soil of the university i suppose like most who take their own lives we will never know the real cause of her death but when one leaps from a building so high it...

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sylvia ***this concerns several books I once owned. Some were written by Rod McKuen, others by Richard Brautigan, others by others…*** i discovered that words are like some decadent dessert too small to cause harm but too big to have a second helping in the margins of tattered books were scribbled lines i hoped to someday share with someone who still had...

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The world got caught under her breath They could never hear her precious mumbling, only realized when she left One second she was there One second she was floating in timeless air In a wisp of whimsical space She would show her elegant face A polaroid of a perfect smile Commanding regretful tears and remembrance of all the distant years Her blood was...

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A voice recorded, soft but clear, Echoes pain we failed to hear. Hannah spoke from shadows deep, Of secrets buried none should keep. A hallway's whisper, locker stares, Unseen wounds and empty chairs. A photo passed, a cruel slight, Each reason dimmed another light. Justin's love turned into blame, Jessica’s tears, the haunting shame. Bryce’s smirk, a predator’s grin, The silence loud—it let him win. Clay rewinds...

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This entropy, it's endless. I'm captive in your void of sleep. My eyes are strung open, My hands clung to you But I'm drifting off, I'm drifting far away, Away from here, and as hard as I grasp onto you, I know I won't be back. Every time it happens. I can't think straight, I am so far off, And if I can't be me, I can't...

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The quiet strum in the living space It was Christmas day when he played The struggle real but calm his hands as he battled with his guitar Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah From the corner of each eye If we’d have known to spill some tears Thank goodness moment captured Saved by a watchful foreboding Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah His sister near, this dear nephew sung the stanzas as he moved imminent strings A...

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I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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I’m waiting. Watching you, watching me. I wonder, what you’ll tell the jury When they’re deciding your fate? Will you even make it to trial? I see you cowering in some dark corner After the dirty thoughts have fled from your wild mind Sucking on your fate, fetal style Now that you’ve done the deed. My scent still fresh on your...

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i wonder if this feeling will pass. if the skin rotting beneath my eyes will become a permanent color of blue, if the bruises on my knees will fade to nothing more then flesh. they say this feeling goes away as you age- im not so sure about that. i feel the agonizing sensation of pain rotting...

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Spire insight of silence Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind Conspire and self-protrude Mindless matter of maddened hatter Borne gall of uncongruent bladder Reign wettened confections'n faux pas Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda And poised for prose 'dulted diaper thrown an' broiled'n a gutter Homely homelessness in wake of deft arms Freshened refreshener and wetted choke Chugged and driven doomed...

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