Where have I been and what have I done?
My shoulders seem to weigh a ton.
Why am I here and when will it end?
Where is everyone I called friend.
Can anyone save me?
To help these thoughts in my head be free.
Is it possible to run from yourself?
To push back these feeling people dealt.
When will my voice be amplified?
Over this mass mental genocide.
When will they notice our plea’s?
Our plea for help that's sent across oceans and seas.
How can we let these deaths go unjustified?
This topic must stop being brushed aside.
Why do 105 people a day have to die?
To dream, fall, crash, then suicide.
Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255.
Crisis text Line: text START to 741-741
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I’ve lost friends to suicide
And I wish I knew the reason
But who am I to judge you
You’re not alone

You were my brother
So to me that’s treason
I only wish that
I could have been there
To have your back
And ease the slack
You’re not alone

I know you had the weight
Of the world
On your shoulders
They threw stones at you
But you threw boulders
You’re not alone

Growing colder than last season
I’m haunted by visions
Of you leaving
Eating at me
Being happy
Is a choice I force
Myself to make

Meanwhile with eyes closed
In the depths of the night
I lie awake
And picture myself
At the bottom of the lake
You’re not alone

I don’t mean to make them sad
I just had to mention that
No cry for attention
Was ever heard
Just a whispered lesson
Learned

The one I always keep
Repeating
For the quiet one
Who’s reading
You’re not alone

I remember when she wrote
LOVE
On her arms
Hoping that someone
Anyone
Would notice it
Reason why I wrote this shit
You’re not alone

In the darkest parts of the night
I hope you can find some light
To cope with it
You’re not alone

You’re not alone
You’re not alone
You’re not alone

You’re not alone
Lance Estacio May 16
Nothing's in accord
So why not a sword
No one will hear
What then shall I fear
Nobody seems to care
So why can't I dare
There's not even an eye
Finally, a chance to fly
I'll put my blade upon my vein
This will be my final pain
A step or two from a building's ledge
At last I'll see my life on edge
Hanging from the gallows I will swing
After this I can spread wide my wings
Now my blood rushes over me
It's getting dark I can barely see
Little by little I'm out of air
What have I done please help me spare
The light I thought that I will see
Is actually darkness, it's consuming me
To call for help I want to shout
Rescue me, please take me out
I was deceived by my ownself's death
Plotting it was my biggest regret
Whom shall I blame, it is my fault
It is my sin that of hope I was short
It is my sin, It is my fault
It is my fault
It is my fault
Is it really my fault?
No one heard me when I was afraid
Is it still my sin that no one cared?
Nobody helped when I was frail and weak
Nobody knew that my mind and soul was sick
Is it my fault that I felt unloved?
That no one listened to my deepest sobs
These words are what I'm leaving here
Make this live, please make them hear
I may be forgotten, I may be missed
But one last request, let me now rest in peace
to ate Halen, no, it isn't your fault
unadored Mar 6
an ember on a pile of burnt coals
can’t help but feel engulfed by darkness

if only it could adopt the perspective
of the fingers, frozen, nearby -
resting on the bones of a ribcage
of an icy body; akin to its own
that it would see its reality with clarity

for those people:
that ember is
hope in the face of an empty matchbox;  
it will keep them warm.
that ember is
a promise of light.

just as it did before
it will burn bright once more
and not only will it shine
but it will burn through the darkness
for all those other broken coals
for poppy
Jade Welch Mar 4
And I was lost.
It was the first time words had not saved me.
Sat in the hospital bed.
All the doctor could do was leave me be.

Words.
The very thing I lived for.
Verse and rhyme.
I could not use in the Majors ward.

"Explain".
But I though of no words but 'pain'.
Suicide.
"When you see the sun I feel the rain".
Mister J Feb 9
I pulled it..

I pulled the trigger
Of the gun pointed at my head
The bullet racing each millisecond
To blow my brain to smithereens
With my whole life flashing before
My bloodshot, insane eyes
Reliving each moment of this
Fucked up excuse of a life

There it was
That stinging depression
That started small
And grew in my weary heart
Slowly eating me each day
Growing darker and more sinister
As each problem came
Tearing my sanity away

Leading me to this very moment
Where I choose to run away
And leave this mediocre life
To rot and decay on its own
To be finally in peace
So that all that loneliness
Won't ever touch my heart
And will be free from my soul

And yet..

I began to remember the love
My family and friends gave me
How they stayed by my side
Never abandoning me
As I was loosing hope
They held on to me
Tried to keep me sane
Supporting me through it all

How cowardly of me
To suddenly let them go
To throw away this one and only
Life given and lived by me
But I guess its for the best
I guess its time to rest
I'll never see them again
They'll just forget me anyway

..Will they?

The happy moments came flashing by
The many times I genuinely smiled
Truly laughed and felt at ease
Those moments sweet to cherish
Was I this happy before?
Before everything else came crumbling?
Before I succumbed to the voices in my head?
Before I ended up at this very moment?

I don't want this..

Last moments of feeling the regret
I don't want to end this life
I just wanted to regain the happiness
The happiness taken and removed
By this consuming condition
This unforgiving depression
That ills my every cell
And has now completely taken all of me

I could've just lived my life
But no, I took it on my own
In any moment now I'll leave this world
Never to be seen again
No more new opportunities
To better my life and move on
To fight this psychological battle
That has taken hold of my entirety

And then it hit me..

I DIDN'T WANT TO DIE!
I DIDN'T WANT TO KILL MYSELF
HOW DID I END UP IN THIS SITUATION?!
SOMEONE SAVE ME!
ITS COMING FOR ME!
THE SMELL OF GUNPOWDER ENTERING MY NOSTRILS
IT SCARES ME!
FUCK! WHAT DO I DO?!
THE BULLET NEARING MY SKULL
I CAN HEAR IT CLOSING IN!
SAVE ME PLEASE!
I DON'T WANT TO DIE YET!
I WANNA LIVE!!

The pain stings..

My head feels light
My consciousness fleeting
As I fall to the ground
I could see the massive bleeding
I can't hear a thing
The silence is deafening
My vision went black
And then everything just went
Blank

...

..I shouldn't have pulled it
Serious piece here
Its kind of a suicidal piece
For those battling depression
Don't loose hope
Someone will listen
You just have to ask. Okay?

Thanks for reading.
jas Feb 8
help me
I must be dreaming
this is not the life I asked for
im not
myself anymore

help me
I cant seem to escape
these nightmares follow me home
and in my sleep

help me
im begging
idk what to do anymore...

so im asking
please
help me
as I take ... my last breath
maybe you'll reach this in time of my death
-----------------------------------------------------------­------------

I asked for help
but you weren't quick
im at the edge of my steps

I found a way to escape
so thanks
for helping me


- goodbye
suicide is real. reach out to those you care and even those you may never contact with on a daily. life is a struggle and its easier if you have someone to listen. don't disregard the signs. ask for help or be the help.
"I can see my door, my bed, my window, my chair, and my table.

"I can feel my spine against the wall, my feet against the floor, my jaw tightly shut, and my fingernails buried in my arms.

"I can hear the wind coming in from the open window, my heartbeat rapidly thumping, and that familiar voice in my head, shouting once again.

"I can smell the dampness of the ground outside as the breeze carries it to my room, and the sickly sweet odor from the soap used on my hands.

"I can taste my blood spilling from the bite in my lip; my last harsh reminder that
        I
        am      
        still
        alive.
When you call a suicide prevention hotline, they will often ask you to describe to them 5 things you can see, 4 things you can feel, 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can smell, and 1 thing you can taste to help ease anxiety. I hope this poem helps someone struggling to look forward, because believe me, it does get better.
Emily R Nov 2017
I’ve been watching videos
On a certain scenario
The effects it has on others
What it would do to my mother
I overthink everything
I feel like no ones is listening
Pushing my feelings aside
Slowly dying inside
I’m happy to be me
Yet I keep thinking of how it would be
If I commit suicide
Thinking of how I’m not qualified
Reasons why I should stop crying
Motivation to keep on trying
I am loved by many people
To them I am like a flower’s sepal
There for support
Yet they respond to me with retort
I’m am not to be taken serious
Like as if my feelings are oblivious
The joy I show to others is counterfeit
I think of suicide more than I’d like to admit
I’ve never committed self harm
So don’t ring the alarm
I keep trying to restrain
I don’t want to cause my loved ones pain
I’m trying to be selfless
But right now I just feel helpless
Struggling with thoughts of suicide? Reach out. They are available 24/7 at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).
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