Suicide Poems | Examples of Suicide Poetry

Scars fade but trauma doesn't She wished it was the the other way round At least then she wouldn't be haunted by the memories Maybe the cuts wouldn't hurt as much Maybe she wouldn't have done it at all Each tear was another cut Each cut made her numb She didn't want people to see her cry she thought Her...

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Many years have slipped beneath the tide of time, yet still I remember. I was just a youth, standing high above the world from Ocean Towers in Downtown Kingston, gazing out toward the pier, when my eyes caught sight of her. A woman, moving with eerie calm, made her way down Duke Street. There was something...

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There are days the sun drags itself across the sky like a wounded thing, and I follow behind it, meek as a shadow no one asked for. My feet walk the same road to the mailbox, rocky and too long, and still I walk it. Beside me, the hemlock grows. Tall and soft, almost beautiful. It does not beckon. It does not need...

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The case of lynching vs suicide A black man Hangs Lifeless Silent Eerie The only sound Is the wind thrashing around As it surrounds The black man Screaming loud Trying to get the man to make a sound The wind howled In pain In agony Watching as the whole town Laughing like he was some kind of clown The police never showed In the...

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Today is one month since my son left the earth How can life just move on like nothing happened? I am still reeling and trying to accept this as reality while the days keep marching on and it feels WRONG It takes so much energy to just function, some things that mean a lot to me have been lost in...

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Stop. Turn around. You forgot something. Take a step back. away from the edge. Come back to me. We can stay like this. On the floor of the roof. You just stay in my arms. Stop apologising. It's not your fault. It's okay, you're still here. That's what i would've said. I would've held you in my arms. If you'd only listened when i said: Take a step back. Away from...

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Lonely, naked, in the corn fields, a stranger to this new awakening, stitching upon new found flesh, upon the recently perished dead. A bloody vessel cannot sail, and the pull-ness from the tide, and the fields whip the wind gale, and this leaves the shape open blind the blind-ness sees with open shut eyes spinning sweet, saliva, to our child-hood waifa innocence turns to antics, bronze bleeding...

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Sometimes I miss you more than ever Seeing sunsets or paperclips Seeing things you wouldve loved and not being able to tell you about it I know you weren't the best But at least you tried Tried your best untill you died Ive missed you every day since then Not sure I'll ever stop Might miss you till the day i die But maybe...

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Maybe I'm not sorry That I left you all behind Maybe this is what I need And iv made up my mind Suicide is selfish Thats what you all will say But your the ones who make me Live like this each day Every second hurts More painful than the last And i will forever hate myself As I relive my past So I hate you all...

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I’ve always dreamed of painting with fire— lash the canvas with embers, watch the smoldering orange spread, chasing white into flame— before my chaos dies into silence. It feels natural, this need to see my art burn— they’re not complete, not before the charred ink is bathed in heat. I paint with alcohol then ignite— so my work is no longer just raven lines on pale...

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Yes ,yes I was a precious soul Turned to a flower that's slowly decaying My roots are dead and gone Can only draw waters when I'm praying The stars allign enough to keep me breathing but never enough to keep me away from grieving I'm a question mark in motion when it comes to the act of living Sometimes wishing to...

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You don't need to be, anybody else but you Because only you can see, what the world is to you You take all you know, and apply it life Because what you're looking for, is a way to survive. My mother said son, why do you worry so young? For you don't need to think, about the earth so deep. Though...

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“can we see your arms?” how does one sentence effect me so deeply? when the police asked that question my heart plummeted in my chest my eyes got watery my hands got shakey and suddenly i regretted everything that i had done i didn’t want my grandma to see how much i hated myself how much i hated the body that...

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Sometimes I’m angry you left. That you gave up. That you weren’t strong enough to stay. The bitterness creeps in quietly, like a shadow I didn’t invite. But then I stop—because who am I to measure a pain I never lived? I never stood at the edge of whatever storm made jumping feel safer than...

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The last one standing Would usually be a victory But in this black girls story It was the opposite For her this was a loss Being the only black girl in the school And for this She felt it deeply Knowing for the next few years She would be lonely Most of the other black parents Wanted their children To escape from...

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