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This poem has themes of suicide
and depression

I listen to you battling
with thoughts as sharp razors,
while your mind fights to find peace,
as demons wage their war
of when your life will cease.
I understand the emptiness that you feel,
because I've walked this path before.

I've felt the darkness
as it stole the light away,
and having a reason to stay
was so hard to find.
I've felt the fear of it all
wringing in my hands
as it slowly twisted my mind.

I really want you to see
what you truly mean to me,
and I know that others will cry
if you choose to say goodbye.
Please talk with your Doctor and medicate,
find your zen and meditate,
pray to your God or fall in love,
because I just want you
to feel happy and good.

The darkness lies,
and I wish you could see
what I see now,
and I know your soul is kind,
although it is hurting somehow.
Just breathe with me,
breathe in and out,
we will work through your despair
and I promise you,
I'll give you the biggest hug
when I get there.

©️Lizzie Bevis
For my friend Jacqui.
I'm so sorry. 💔
Annie 1d
In 10 years from now
You’ll hear about my death

You’ll stand still for a while
Remembering how it felt

To be around me
To witness my vulnerability

You’ll remember it all
How I wanted to die young

My words will echo in your ears
The tears in my eyes

But it would be too late
To call my name and hear back

I’ld already be six feet underneath
But my body will still remember how it feels

10 years from now,
You’ll hear about my death

When you would have moved on
Settled in with someone

But you would never find me
Never find me ever again
They say it’s all in your head,
They say you’re making it up,
They say nothing is actually wrong,
They say your life could be worse
They say you’ll grow out of it,
They say it’s just doctors trying to make money,
They say all it is is you’re sad.
They say it’s all in my head… maybe it is, maybe it was.
but now it’s slowly spilling out onto my wrists.

I don’t think it’s just in my head anymore.
i’m real..
you won’t see me
happy and jolly
all the time..
but you won’t hear me
complain about
not being fine..
i have my share of days
i don’t feel like
getting out of bed..
putting on a fake smile
nor care about
my appearance or have
an appetite..
i’ll want to do nothing
but let my heart cry..
i know it won’t
solve anything
but it helps me heal
everything i am feeling
on the inside..
and sometimes the pain
is too unbearable
i cannot help but
wish to die..
i try to find
the strength to
bring myself back
from the ledge
i know all too well..
for i’ve stood on it
too close to the end
more times than
i could count..
yet somehow
always find my way back
following the light
that brings me back to life..
Iska 2d
Unrelatedly,
I’ve lost my appetite.
•not a cry for help. Just a thought that flit through my mind some months ago•
Kat M 2d
Down the river, I sink

Bleeding my tears

Mingling with the stream

Seeking a fountain

Of another world

I scream

I cry

I am deflated

I am exhausted


Curled up in fibers

Soft carpet, lining

Edges of a hallway

You come closer and beckon

Solidary merged

Into cement walls

We linger

We dream in a sense

Comforted by one another
Feedback Welcome!
Reece 3d
I like simplicity,
I adore routines,
So that I can predict what happens next,
So that it’s guaranteed.
Life doesn’t work that way,
The wheels of fate,
Bound and determined to make me afraid,
And ruin my plans.
I start to panic,
And go manic,
When things change from the normal.
I wish to disappear,
And return,
When things are back to normal.
It’s a habit,
Hard to break it,
But I’m working on it,
To not panic,
And go manic,
When the routine breaks in two.
It’s a journey,
With the ending,
Nowhere in sight.
I’ll keep trying,
And defying,
The odds,
To make things right.
Routine is my friend,
And my enemy,
Bound,
For eternity.
Surely I'm not the only routine crazy person in the world, right?
Also, this is my 35th poem!!!
Reece 3d
Sometimes,
I don’t feel anything,
Not something bad,
Just nothing at all.
Head feels clouded with fog,
The contagious, corruptive smog.
Slowly,
Killing,
Me,
From the inside out,
One day,
I’ll be free,
From this apathy.
I’ll learn to care again,
I’ll find myself again,
I will…
I think sometimes everyone feels a little numb, and it's such a strange feeling. At least it's always temporary.
Reece 3d
Always the cloud,
Blocking out my sun,
Filling me with darkened thoughts,
Never any fun.
Makes me question the point,
Wondering if the struggle is worth the ending.
Always suffering,
For what?
Eventually, the clouds will move on,
My sun will resurface,
I’ll hide my pain behind a smile,
And walk on,
For what am I to do?
This is number two of this little series, I'll try to come up with a more clever name eventually.
LinaM 3d
Like a butterfly sporadically flapping its wings

My hearts beats without any strings

I can’t control it but it controls me and everything counterfeit

Like a ship signaling for help to get to the docks

A faint signal, three dots, three dashes, three dots

My heart speaks a language I used to know
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