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Best Poems Written by Sam Spry

Below are the all-time best Sam Spry poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Just a Child

So I was just a child
And they said that this was "just a phase"
That lasted 17 years 
And 364 days 

Tomorrow will I switch
From an adolescence damaged mess
To a mature adult
Able to cope with the stress?

Or will I just remain 
Embedded in my concrete routine
That's waiting to be smashed 
By my sledgehammer wielding dreams

Give me the key to the door
I will turn the knob fast 
Clockwise to see the future
Back again to remain in the past

So I was a child
And they said this was just a phase
Melatonin helped me sleep
Right through this melancholic haze 

But tomorrow I will wake 
From an adolescent slumber 
Shake off the shackles 
They have only served to encumber 

My free spirit, free will
And most importantly my free mind 
With a lifetime of whispers
My voice has been difficult to find

But I'll take the key in hand 
Clear my throat as I toss it away
Smash the door from the hinges 
Now you'll listen to what I have to say

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I Just Can'T Cry Anymore

I have no more blood or tears to shed
Sorry I have ran dry from all those years
Of getting walked on while I bled
All I have left is cold blood and dried tears
Accept my apologies for seeming not care
I can never be the same person as before
My broken heart can never be repaired
I am sorry, but I just can't cry anymore

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A Broken Mirror

A Broken Mirror 
A Distorted Face 
A Shattered Heart 
A Clear Distaste 

A Fallen Tear 
A Reddened Eye 
A Downturned Mouth 
A Year Gone By 

A Loaded Gun 
A Finished Fear 
A Bloodied Wall 
A Broken Mirror

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A Suicide Note

I have come here 
Just to inform you... 
I'm NOT sorry, 
For what I shall do. 
I have no guilt 
Nor shame, 
For leaving you 
To your life game. 
Life holds nothing... 
Nothing for me. 
No purpose. 
Only misery. 
I'm in debt. 
I'm in pain. 
I cry, knowing 
I'm not sane. 
Cause I see me dead. 
A gruesome scene. 
My knife in my throat. 
The bloodiest of dreams. 
Chris will find me. 
He'll call the police. 
But I'll be long gone, 
Still wishing for peace. 

No one gives a ****. 
No one will care, 
While at my corpse, 
They'll stare. 
Just another one. 
Another ****ed up kid. 
You're better off 
With what I did. 
I went quiet. 
I went alone. 
I went to find 
A new home. 
I'm with the others. 
Those like me. 
Helpless, lost, dead... 
Gathered alone in our misery. 

I know. 
I'm going to hell. 
But it's probably 
Just as well. 
Mum. Dad. 
I love you. 
I just don't know 
What else I can do. 
I'm sick of hurting. 
I'm sick of crying. 
I'm sick of all the 
Pieces of me dieing. 

I'd feel empty 
If not for the rage. 
If not for all this hate 
Pushing me to this stage. 

Ollie... 
**** you. 
You took away 
All I knew. 

Kyle... 
**** you... 
You drove me 
To this too. 

All of you. 
You could see. 
You all knew what 
Was happening to me. 
You watched me. 
Losing my mind. 
So all you ****s... 
Leave your jokes behind. 
You're all responsible. 
You could have stopped this. 
But you never cared. 
You all wanted this. 

The time has come. 
This is what I need to do. 
I just needed to leave 
Something for all of you. 
I hope you enjoy this. 
I wrote it just for you. 
This is it. 
My final **** YOU

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The Strength of Dragons

I didn't know depression 
until she told me her name, 
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark 
of a tree. 

She stole my rings
and left me hollow. 

I had only ever met anxiety 
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me 
to hurt someone else with it. 
Inexperienced
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers
he whispered, "to survive,
you must learn quickly."
as I shoved the bevel of a needle 
into a strangers arm. 

So, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects, 
guide the ships 
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse

Instead of pills,
if a therapist could 
give me the strength
of dragons, 

I might just 
take my chances.

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I Miss You

I miss you
How can I forget you?
 You went away
And left me behind 

I just wish you could hear me 
There’s so much I need to say 
Just come back, Just for a minute 
There’s so much I need to tell you
Things I didn’t feel I could say 
Until now 

I miss you 
How can I forget you?
You went away
And left me behind

I need to tell you
It’s hard for me to say these things 
I know you were taken too early
But the pain just won’t stop
I just wish I could have seen you
In those last few days 

I miss you 
How can I forget you?
You went away 
And left me behind 

There’s so much I’ve done now
So much that you won’t know 
I try to come and see you
But it’s difficult 
It’s been 7 years now
And yet it feels like yesterday that I saw you last

I miss you 
How can I forget you?
You went away 
And left me behind 

I was too young to know 
Know what was happening 
I just need some advice 
And I know you’d be the first to help 
Why doesn’t anyone else understand? 
I need help 

But there’s no one left to give it to me

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Why Not

I sit still, blankly looking into the screen
Forever crippled by the TV

Imagination, killed by people
the lovers, the followers, the religion

Suicide is a game
and its hunting season

So, I say "**** it"
Why not?

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I Succeeded

There is one blade
Two tears
Three drops of blood
I look down to see
I reach out to touch
There are four screams
Five memories
I’m triggered again
I can feel my hands shake
They need to cut and pain
Agony fills my soul
Six little whispers
I feel insane
Seven different emotions
I smile and wear my sleeves long
I cut in the dead of night
So mum doesn’t listen
Eight times I almost died
Eight times I was revived
Nine times I wished that they would let me die
My eyes are not blue
They are black with demons
My heart does not beat
It is frozen with terror
Ten times I’ve laid in the dark
To afraid to open my eyes
I’ve carved the words so deep into my arms
That they are scars forever
Eleven, eleven times I saw the devil’s face
It was as if with every slice he appeared
With every drop he grinned
Twelve times I looked to God
Screaming profanity
And now, it is all over
I lay on the floor
Surrounded by weapons
My arms are numb
One time I succeeded
Once I was dead

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Black Hole

I push two fingers against my temple 
cocking my thumb back, wishing it was a gun 
wishing so hard, I become the bullet. 
I pull the trigger and fly down the barrel 
colliding with myself, imploding into 
paradox my eternal soul becomes 
oblivion, the true death for a God. 
Finally eternity has lost its sting. 
Endless memories will haunt me no more; 
numberless days of pain cease to be. 
Friends, family, love, no longer exist. 
Did they ever really exist at all, 
and could I have done this to everyone?

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3:42am

You sit on your front porch, watching the street light across the street.
It flickers once. 
It's 3:42am and you just realised that even though your family loves you, 
the only thing you need is someone to care for, 
someone to love. 

So you sit on your front porch,
watching the light. 
You might smoke a cigarette or two, 
but you don't really need them. 
You watch the tree near the street light sway in the wind, 
scared of life. 
You might have had a girl in your life once, 
but it soured and went wrong. 
It might have been your fault, 
but odds are that it wasn't.
Odds are is that she dumped you,
because being with you made her depressed. 
Then you realised that you lost a chance to change your life around.

So you sit outside on your front porch. 
You watch the street light across the street. 
You might shed a tear or two, 
but this isn't a physical sadness that can be purged.
This is a soul crushing,
black abyss kind of sadness.
And you are scared and alone, 
and all you want is someone to say:
"Everything will be okay. Come with me."

Instead you sit on your front porch.
You watch the street light. 
And you die inside