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Cherisse May Sep 2018
If I were to die tonight,
Will anyone ever wonder
Where I go
Or how I went?

If I were to die tonight,
Will my research
Be finished without me
And my friends graduate?

If I were to die tonight,
How will I ever explain
Not going back to school, or passing my requirements?
Will my teachers even care, or will they fail me?

If I were to die tonight,
Will a seat be empty
During the college entrance test
At the testing site?

If I were to die tonight,
Will a classroom ever notice
How one student is gone?
Or will they simply dismiss it as me being late?

If I were to die tonight,
Will all my bad memories
Dissipate into the air,
Or will people still talk bad about me?

If I were to die tonight,
Will all my mistakes vanish
Or am I taking all of them to my grave,
Dying with humiliation?

If I were to die tonight,
How will I be remembered?
Am I simply a stupid kid,
Or am I just dust of the Earth?

If I were to die tonight,
Will my family ever realize
How much I've been asking for help
But they simply dismissed it?
If I were to die tonight, will anyone truly raise awareness for other kids with suicidal tendencies?
Because no matter how much people are raising awareness on a national scale, people locally treat it with little to no care. There's so much stigma surrounding depression and suicide. If you were to tell someone you feel depressed or suicidal, chances are they'll say "get over it" "you're overreacting" "you just want attention" "its not that bad, at least you have a home" "you should be thankful to God since he gave you life" "you have it better than ____" "suicide is a sin and being depressed is a sign of lack of faith", and these kinds of thinking ****.

I can't take it anymore.
J-J Johnson Aug 2018
Do you remember...

When the fields bloomed
And the winds blew

When the birds chirped
And the butterflies floated
Above the daisies

Do you remember...
The sweet redolent fragrance
From the colorful flowers
And her skin

Mingling with the smell of the dirt
And his skin

Do you remember...
The sound of the silent wind
Rushing through the petals
And the soft moan
That chased after her breath

Do you remember...
The beauty of the tired sun
Dipping down below the sky
To hide from the night

And the softness of his chest
On her back as they watched it dip
How they intertwined their fingers in the passion of the song

Do you remember ...
Isabel Levy Aug 2018
If we aren't supposed to fear the dark
Why are there so many streetlights?
If we're supposed to make friends of enemies
Why are there always big fights?
If children are the minds of the future
Why do we treat them like they're dumb?
And if we're all supposed to focus on empthy
Why do we promote feeling numb?


You say what I think, but I do what you won't.
One may try to verbalize this in ways that don't
Always make the most sense, or seem like they're from sound mind
But doing the right thing is more than just kind.

What morals have you when you speak with both sides of your mouth?
One side says good, the other says bad, and you expect me to hear you out?
I watch what you do, giving to charity as you spit on kids,
I know this simple note won't have you rushing to quit.

Being mean and doing wrong becomes a way of life
With every cackle and sneer and grudge, you build up on strife.
Almost as if you're inhaling deep from your nicotine fix,
Preparing to exhale that cancerous smoke always does the trick.
md-writer Jul 2018
My heart is such a stupid thing,
I cannot tell a lie
But deep inside the stinking walls
There's plenty rotting piles.
Don't destroy the only thing you've ever loved
I laugh. I cry. I do it anyway;
It's all a play
a farce, a dutiful desire to feel
Some pain of some kind somewhere

where no one can ever see the tears that fall and puddle in the deep spots of my insides where there is hardly any light and I only know they're there because the water weighs me down...

and every time I look at her I smile
every time I look at her I die
and every time I dream of her, she's right there by my side
So I can't tell the difference anymore;
nightmare, daydream, its all the same to me

flip hair, crimp hair, I'm on my way to hell.
let the fires fade away, tell the doorman he can
stay,
I want to tell the story to a face that doesn't know

Strangers give me freedom because there is no consequence. But those who love me stick like glue
So I can't tell them truly. What I am
Inside
Is a secret fit for none but me and h̶e̶r̶ .
Jean Lewis Jul 2018
Because I'm scared to
Put it up on twitter
I'm putting it here

1. Stay tuned for the next poem. Like you have to. Next poem is ready, but putting it up soon. It's very special to me. So I hope nothing happens too much until I post that poem.
2. Can she read these poems? Hahahahaha
3. I just wanna say this, but she's super like super duper pretty. Like she gets prettier by the second.
4. I know and I don't care even if I'm not moving on. I am definitely falling deeper every time.
5. Wow she's super pretty. She puts to shame everyone that can be called pretty.
6. Does she know I read... "When you said Ti Amo"? If so, how? I get the feeling she knows. Wait don't assume... I sounds like it may be, but best asaume it's not. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA


I know, this is not a poem. It's just random thoughts.
But in the end,
1. She's real beautiful in her recent pic.
2. No matter what happens, I'll put all of these in the hands of God.
3. May she receive the best of happiness.

Yep... I really love my prior poem - A Gift from Me to You.
Not a poem. Just rants.
Maria Monte Jul 2018
The dripping echoes throughout the house
I am a broken faucet that screams
The water thrashes against the metal sink like a thunderstorm
Do not fix me
Do not call a plumber
I want to be heard
Kim Essary Jul 2018
There is no book on how you should live your life, besides the bible, There are no rules posted to make decisions through' out your life, they are yours to make, There will be mistakes, along the way, just remember, the first time is a mistake but any and every time after that is a CHOICE!,There may or may not be rewards for all the things you do for others , you should never expect a reward for a kind act or you did it for all the wrong
reasons. , YOUR LIFE BELONGS TO YOU> LIVE IT LIKE THERES NO TOMORROW, LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY, LAUGH EVERY CHANCE YOU GET BECAUSE LAUGHTER  IS THE  BEST MEDICANE , LEAVE REGRETS BEHIND YOU BECAUSE YOU CANT CHANGE THEM EVEN IF YOU TRY, FORGIVE OTHERS THAT HAVE WRONGED YOU BECAUSE THE ANGER WILL DESTROY YOU, GOD FORGIVES US FOR OUR SINS SO WHO ARE WE NOT TO FORGIVE OTHERS?  LAST BUT NOT LEAST, BE YOURSELF, GOD MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE FOR A REASON DONT CHANGE WHO HE INTENDS FOR YOU TO BE BECAUSE YOU ARE SPECIAL IN THE EYES OF THE ONES THAT REALLY MATTER IN THE END!
All of the things to remember in life
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
One thing I know about life is that
                                when people are treated lesser than
                                  what they are continuously, they will
believe it.              
    
And I know how much worse it is
                                             for those who struggle with their mental    
                                          health. Bad treatment is enough to push
     them over the edge.

                  Yet I'm still here, and I ask for what              
                                        and why. I'm emotional, naive, and tend
                                    to over-apologise. I do and don't trust,
                                         I can be wise and stupid. I live, I want to

live but I'm scared to really live.
                                      And now I'm here, on the bench, feeling so
                                   hopeless. Like I can't be who I want to be.
                                        That I'm not worthy of doing what I want to
                                      do. And I go through that train wreck of      
                                       emotions - feeling depressed and anxious    
                                     and fearful and angry and emotional and  
                                         crazy and judgemental and nonsensical            
                  
Just hopeless, just hopeless, JUST HOPELESS!

                            ...I won't lie, there are days where I lie on            
                                         my bed or sit on the bench thinking why I
                                      was placed here. There are days where I
                                        want to end it all, that I was only hurting
                                   myself by breathing but I realised two
things.

                              Ending my own life would be a                      
                             permanent answer to a temporary
                                   problem. Just like the good times, the
                                          bad won't last forever, even if there are    
                                times where it feels like it's endless.

                                 Could I really go over to that edge,                  
                                           not knowing what life would have been
                                           like if I had just pushed through? If I had
                                         stood strong with my sword and shield?
                                            That's a question that I know the answer  
                                             to, hence why I never had the will to see it through.              
      
And I know that I never will.

          Truly I am my own worst enemy...
                                           But I hope that You will heal and complete
                                          me. I can feel it, the hope, growing, burning
                                         in me. Hotter and truer than ever, burning
                                        away all the seeds of sin, the thorns of hate
                                        that hold me down. I can feel, I see you sit
                                         by my side.  I am not alone, nor will I ever be.

And I thank you for the flame of true Hope that burns in me.
Ok, this is another poem close to home. This was excruciatingly hard to write but I wanted to share this. Writing this made me really sit down and look at myself so the fact that it's ranty and kinda jumbled is intentional. It was me showing you my mindset. It's weird. I watched a few videos that seem to speak down to my very soul. I've been crying for no reason in-particular, been really reflective and frustrated. But through it all, I feel a little different. I feel a fire in my heart (as cliche as it sounds) and I feel like, I'm finally awake. I dunno why but I'm feeling really really hopeful now.
My mood is not as low, thank God, and I'm grateful.
Now it's just about putting the fire to good use.
Hope, The Mer in Me and Phoenix especially have been great releases emotionally speaking (I'm not neglecting my other poems)
I'm glad I got it out of my system, most of it anyway.
To Pagan Paul, thank you for your support and all your messages, they were very helpf
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