Suicide. Poems - Poems about Suicide.

My name is printed in a column, Politely, like a queue, A school crocodile line. Two words in staining ink. My fingertips, They have turned black, Tracing lines of a curling print, Prints burned away by fire, Off a silent roasting child, Fat, bean-ish, and blonde. I saw the advent of my article, My little contribution, Beside the colossus of stocks, My two fine words, Dwarfed by the daily...

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It's easier to love when the worst case is having a funny story to retell at bars. It makes more sense to believe when truth left untold will never make it into the final edit. It's almost too easy to draw blood when I tell myself the red is just footnotes in my story— It's a relief to be forgetful when I know...

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"You can’t always get what you want," said Angie, in that style she loves to flaunt. It isn’t what I want, you silly shrew: the tumblin dice have told me what to do. My fate’s decided, like I was Iraq: That photo that I gave you? Paint it black. I regaled you with the ruby, Tuesday night – but that’s all over....

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She always hated the sight of blood But now it had become her greatest comfort She felt her blood was the only one who understood What it was like to be judged Both hated on for their colour Both wanting to be hidden Both wanting to be invisible Each cut sent waves of euphoria throughout her body She wasn't a masochist...

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I awoke to foggy windows, there were raindrops tapping softly. The trees were swaying to the rhythm, I fell ill from melancholy. The sky was so dark, it had made angels cry. Strong winds rushed in, grey clouds blew by. I felt my strength fading fast, My head had found its pillow again. I layed back down with no regrets, I covered up and settled in. My...

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A dress, tangerine fading into sunflower. We stand together, rooftop of a white concrete building. Higher than clouds, further than moon— she looks down, my eyes follow. Our gazes collide when they fall onto the mist pooling into swirls. I couldn't help but stare, on her porcelain cheeks, something sparkles—tears, but I cannot tell if they're from joy or devastation. I want to hold her— In...

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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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