Suicide Poems

Black Water

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It whispers to me.....
its mouth not seen but I know it's there.
Somewhere hidden in its black depths,
a maw with menacing teeth, does bare.
It promises to take away the pain,
to release the inner turmoil.
To wrap me in its soothing embrace,
deep within, where its current doth boil.
This water that cools my feet,
burns to devour me whole.
Comforts me

Blue

I never really noticed your blue;
hidden under transparent shields
screaming to be noticed... or something.

Just came across as angry or sad,
wanting to forget some bad...
but not blue, never that.

Not the kind to bind a knot;
throw their lot in with chance's whim
to test if fate says sink or swim

and lose...

4:09:05

4:09:05
A familiar time which plays on repeat in my mind
Get the opposite of high, but I don’t know why
Cutting pounds but not just my weight
I’m not trying to over-exaggerate
But I think it’s time to say goodbye.

Being alone isn’t the same as feeling it
I just wanna stop, I just wanna quit

They say all it takes is

The Last Indulgence, Or Maybe The First?

I butter the toast as if it were a pardon,
its crust breaking under my knife
like a sealed envelope.

The coffee is bitter ink,
a confession cooling in its cup.
I swallow it fast,
as if speed could trick the executioner.

When I buy myself flowers
I imagine them lining a witness box:
petals trembling,
each one swearing I once existed.

I take long baths,
the

Scattered Pieces

My world shattered in May when my youngest son
took his own life after a long struggle with mental illness
I tried to help him so many times, but it seemed, 
the more I tried, the more he pulled away

I had to come to the conclusion that it was not my struggle
and live my own life, while

i yearn for my end

sometimes i fantasize about
driving on the highway
going eighty 
and swerving into oncoming traffic
will that make the hurting stop?
walking somewhere 
alone in the dark
and getting cornered by a murderer
will that make the hurting stop?
being home alone 
door bursts open
an intruder with a gun pointed right at me
aimed right at my head
will that make the hurting stop?
the

is this even poetry anymore

i tried to end it all last night
i failed, obviously
it's so crazy to me how life goes on
when it almost didn't
i talked to my friends today
laughed with them
smiled as if everything was normal
but i doubt they could tell anything was off
i even hung out with a friend
and i love to hang out with her but
i

i don't want to be nineteen

10
i've just moved back to my hometown but i have none of my old friends
i'm at a new school
not many people seem to like me
i'll have more friends
maybe when i'm older?
oh how i want to be older
11
i made a couple of friends 
we laugh and joke around with one another
i pretending i'm not fearing what

Long Winter Coming

I see a long winter coming
(yes, I know)
the dull gray spreads ahead of me,
there ain’t no use in running
(if I could)
from yourself you can never flee.

There’s a long winter coming
(how’d I know)
you’d take it to such an extreme,
thought that we were something,
(yes, you did)
when to ‘benefits’ we agreed.

…Oh, the lies we tell,
to fake peace with

Get on with your die

some signal assigned you has not arrived
all doors locked with house's gatekeeper gone
removed remote heart not in to survive
with losses a plenty there's no will has won

lost love hangs ever present clinging past
across forward path and no way around
with futures foreclosed chance saying at last
blame guilt any excuse will bring you down

falls daily no regard

Pondering Thought

My life is declining fast
I gave up all my control 
This life i live is reckless 
My heart has paid the toll

As I go through this life
Struggling with each day
For me the day is a victory 
When myself I don't slay

I've pondered that thought 
So quite often In my head 
I'm certain of many ways
I

self control

From fast food Trump chooses to eat
Congestive heart failure’s his treat 
We’ll wince as this slob 
Grows more like the blob 
With gross swollen ankles and feet

A suicide none dare declare

Shàngó!
Where are your fiery eyes,
that spit fear into burning coal,
that blaze with warmth and glow,
a conflagrator dancing with flames?

Who dares invoke your name in sin,
and not have their tongue seared?
You summon thunder as a hound to hunt,
their wealth and souls it strikes at once,
swift as lightning no man can withstand.

You are a god with no

An Angel in A Gilded Cage Will Think Flying Is A Pain

I watch you unfold—
an argent bloom of bone and feather—
the quiet thunder of an angel
shivering beneath your skin.
I should let you rise,
let your beauty cleave the air,
let the wind kiss the hollows of your ribs.
But I do not.

I bind.
I weave my hands into the delicate lattice
of your wings,
folding them back like prayer beads,
tight against your

Girl On A Bridge - 2025

She gazes unseeing; a desolate being
Asleep in this wide awake town 
Leant ’gainst the rail of a bridge ’cross the river 
Her gaze and demeanor are down

Considered a knife for taking her life
But thoughts of whom-ever might find
her blood drenched cadaver, decided she’d rather
not mess up an innocent’s mind

Spent some time thinking, painkillers while drinking
Might

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