#hotline - Hello Poetry

988 has no people to answer and sympathize with the people hurting and feeling like burdens, it answers with electronic advice and police at your door to take away your vice and scare you more. The hotline is ruined by people who don't care, the saving someone incredibly rare, I know cause I've tried it, I'm one of the few, I'm glad I survived it, I just wish I knew, why is the hotline, for human suicide, run by robots, who feel nothing and lie?

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Nov 29, 2025

Nov 29, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC

Suns_N_Roses

988 is filled with robots

988 has no people to answer and sympathize with the people hurting and feeling like burdens, it answers with electronic advice and police at your door to take away your vice and scare you more. The hotline is ruined by people who don't care, the saving someone incredibly rare, I know cause I've tried it, I'm one of the few, I'm glad I survived it, I just wish I knew, why is the hotline, for human suicide, run by robots, who feel nothing and lie?

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You delivered my last wake up call Pressing your mouth on mine ringing me to pick up a call from this ****** world With that I sensed a cold breath of air running down my throat forcing me to grasp for air But I remember jumping I jumped for a reason I wanted to drown in this vast sea To have my last taste be of salt But you pulled me up and handed me air The last connection to my life line Hesitantly I grabbed the gold plated phone Opened my eyes and saw a bright red color The color that defined you I answered the phone on a storm less sailboat And took my last chance at this very sad life

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Feb 25, 2019

Feb 25, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC

JulieGuzman

Firefighter

You delivered my last wake up call Pressing your mouth on mine ringing me to pick up a call from this ****** world With that I sensed a cold breath of air running down my throat forcing me to grasp for air But I remember jumping I jumped for a reason I wanted to drown in this vast sea To have my last taste be of salt But you pulled me up and handed me air The last connection to my life line Hesitantly I grabbed the gold plated phone Opened my eyes and saw a bright red color The color that defined you I answered the phone on a storm less sailboat And took my last chance at this very sad life

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His arm already had about ten tick marks on it He liked them in neat sets of five, like a school child would write them while they’re learning to count Sometimes he asked for them to be drawings One tally was green, with a rosebud on the end One had the texture of a rope you’d find keeping boats tied to the dock One was just a simple line like all the others, but blue He would come in roughly every three weeks or so, sometimes more often sometimes less, never on the same day but always around the same time, two pm Once he’d hit 11 marks, and I had to start a new set, I finally asked him what they were for I joked that I’d seen Black Panther one too many times to assumed they’d be for anything but lives taken He looked solemn And said not taken but lost He went on to say that he worked for the suicide hotline And every time someone called in and didn’t make it through He got another tick mark He said he wanted to remember them, to show that someone cared about their lives even though they never thought anyone did The rose was for a girl, fresh out of college, she made it through classes but not through the anxiety that had haunted her for four years She had called about a week before she departed, saying that the smell of roses was the only thing that was keeping her going A drought came through, scorching everything He read in the paper that she’d died not to long after that It wasn’t always the suicidal ones who called though Sometimes it was friends, family, concerned people that wanted to help One time a friend called after a death Asking about signs they could’ve caught, making sure that nothing like this would happen to someone they loved again, because they would catch it next time Her friend was found in the family pool The only thing the girl said was that at least the last thing she saw was the blue of the sky, or the water, or the bottom Blue was her favorite color Hence the blue tally mark The rope he said was a classic His whole arm could’ve been covered in ropes if he wished Some of the worst ones he couldn’t bear to remember, didn’t dare ink onto his arm The sound of the phone crashing to the floor after a gunshot went off in the background, after minutes of pleading look just take they phone they can help you Some of them gave reasons, others didn’t They couldn’t live with mistakes they had made or things were getting hard or everything just hurt He said he’d been working this job for about a year or so now, and that most people don’t last much longer than that It takes too much of a toll on them, but he said this was nowhere near the burdens his callers were carrying With that, the next line was done I didn’t really know what to say, besides to wish him well and that I hoped I never saw him again He said the same

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Jun 14, 2018

Jun 14, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC

megan-may

Tally Marks

His arm already had about ten tick marks on it He liked them in neat sets of five, like a school child would write them while they’re learning to count Sometimes he asked for them to be drawings One tally was green, with a rosebud on the end One had the texture of a rope you’d find keeping boats tied to the dock One was just a simple line like all the others, but blue He would come in roughly every three weeks or so, sometimes more often sometimes less, never on the same day but always around the same time, two pm Once he’d hit 11 marks, and I had to start a new set, I finally asked him what they were for I joked that I’d seen Black Panther one too many times to assumed they’d be for anything but lives taken He looked solemn And said not taken but lost He went on to say that he worked for the suicide hotline And every time someone called in and didn’t make it through He got another tick mark He said he wanted to remember them, to show that someone cared about their lives even though they never thought anyone did The rose was for a girl, fresh out of college, she made it through classes but not through the anxiety that had haunted her for four years She had called about a week before she departed, saying that the smell of roses was the only thing that was keeping her going A drought came through, scorching everything He read in the paper that she’d died not to long after that It wasn’t always the suicidal ones who called though Sometimes it was friends, family, concerned people that wanted to help One time a friend called after a death Asking about signs they could’ve caught, making sure that nothing like this would happen to someone they loved again, because they would catch it next time Her friend was found in the family pool The only thing the girl said was that at least the last thing she saw was the blue of the sky, or the water, or the bottom Blue was her favorite color Hence the blue tally mark The rope he said was a classic His whole arm could’ve been covered in ropes if he wished Some of the worst ones he couldn’t bear to remember, didn’t dare ink onto his arm The sound of the phone crashing to the floor after a gunshot went off in the background, after minutes of pleading look just take they phone they can help you Some of them gave reasons, others didn’t They couldn’t live with mistakes they had made or things were getting hard or everything just hurt He said he’d been working this job for about a year or so now, and that most people don’t last much longer than that It takes too much of a toll on them, but he said this was nowhere near the burdens his callers were carrying With that, the next line was done I didn’t really know what to say, besides to wish him well and that I hoped I never saw him again He said the same

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her voice alone drives me to tears, i'm crying in my mom's bedroom, holding an ancient phone and a slip of paper my therapist gave me, a number to call if i felt the world was too much, and it was. she asks me too many questions.

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Sep 7, 2017

Sep 7, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC

soph

hotline

her voice alone drives me to tears, i'm crying in my mom's bedroom, holding an ancient phone and a slip of paper my therapist gave me, a number to call if i felt the world was too much, and it was. she asks me too many questions.

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You're lookin' at the river Feelin' down and weak When you're Wadin' in the water and it's rushing 'round your feet When you want to Reach the other side And feel you can't retreat The same insane song In your head And it is on "repeat"... *Just remember there are Bridges They are made of words Remember there are Bridges Things you haven't heard Remember there are Bridges Made with human hands Remember there are Bridges Then you'll understand* The waters in that riverbed They are cold and deep They have a riptide current So look before you leap! You can't stand against them They will take you down You may just go under Brother, sister, *you will drown! (chorus)* Reaching out ain't easy But it don't get much worse Than feeling down and vulnerable Living with a curse It's like picking up the planet To lift that lifeline phone But there *people who Will care for you... You are not alone! Just remember there are bridges They are made of Words, Remember there are bridges Things you haven't heard, Remember there are bridges Made with God's own hand Remember there are bridges Then you'll understand.* BRIDGE: Remember there are Bridges When you are at a loss They weren't made to jump from They were made to CROSS. SoulSurvivor (C) 2/12/2016

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Feb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC

SoulSurvivor

Bridges

You're lookin' at the river Feelin' down and weak When you're Wadin' in the water and it's rushing 'round your feet When you want to Reach the other side And feel you can't retreat The same insane song In your head And it is on "repeat"... *Just remember there are Bridges They are made of words Remember there are Bridges Things you haven't heard Remember there are Bridges Made with human hands Remember there are Bridges Then you'll understand* The waters in that riverbed They are cold and deep They have a riptide current So look before you leap! You can't stand against them They will take you down You may just go under Brother, sister, *you will drown! (chorus)* Reaching out ain't easy But it don't get much worse Than feeling down and vulnerable Living with a curse It's like picking up the planet To lift that lifeline phone But there *people who Will care for you... You are not alone! Just remember there are bridges They are made of Words, Remember there are bridges Things you haven't heard, Remember there are bridges Made with God's own hand Remember there are bridges Then you'll understand.* BRIDGE: Remember there are Bridges When you are at a loss They weren't made to jump from They were made to CROSS. SoulSurvivor (C) 2/12/2016

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By Drake Poem by Arcassin Burnham You use call me on my, You use to, you use to, Yeah, You use to call me on my sprint phone, Late night when you crave for us, Call me on my sprint phone, Late night when you crave for us, And I know when that hotline bling, Baby I'll save you the ring, And I know when that hotline bling, Baby I'll save you the ring, Ever since we crossed paths, You, Choosing occupations for yaself now, Even when you told my *** to get out, gunshot to my head I feel so stretched out, Cause ever since we crossed paths, You, Started going out and being a ***** Never settled for less, I know you need more, All these mood swings I never seen before, You use to call me on my sprint phone, Late night when you crave for us, Call me on my sprint phone, Late night when you crave for us, And I know when that hotline bling, Baby I'll save you the ring, And I know when that hotline bling, Baby I'll save you the ring, Ever since we crossed paths, You you you, You felt like I left you on your own, Its obvious that the love is gone, I never felt like I could be wrong, Ever since we crossed paths, You, You got exactly what you asked for, Why you wanna go and just do that for, Beautiful honest woman's what I took you for, You use to call me on my sprint phone, Late night when you crave for us, Call me on my sprint phone, Late night when you crave for us, And I know when that hotline bling, Baby I'll save you the ring, And I know when that hotline bling, Baby I'll save you the ring, These days all I do is wondered If you ever smashed my heart into little pieces wondered If you ever smashed my heart into little pieces Wondered if I ever hurt you deeply, You don't have to please me, you could be mad at me, You could be so mad at me, No, Don't you turn the tables, Changing my area code, All the delightfulness in you Don dried up and died, Now I need someone to set the tone, Yeah You should just be yourself, Right now your someone else, You use to call me on my sprint phone, Late night when you crave for us, Call me on my sprint phone, Late night when you crave for us, And I know when that hotline bling, Baby I'll save you the ring, And I know when that hotline bling, Baby I'll save you the ring, Ever since we crossed paths!

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Nov 28, 2015

Nov 28, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

Drake - "HOTLINEBLING" (AB Mix)

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I remember the day I called a depression hotline while I cried inside my closet. I did not fit completely,but I felt hidden away from the rest of the world. I just needed a wall to protect me. I could barely speak because the tears just fled out more. I had built a dam around my mind and didn’t release certain thoughts. I bottled it all up but the beavers got tired of swimming in ***** water, so day by day they chipped away the wood until everything was collapsing and I came crumbling down with the water. Now I spend my days trying to rebuild it and block the rush of the stream - fighting back the tears, thoughts, and any negativity that wants to escape. I let it all bite at me - but not consume me. It’s funny because it made me realize that monsters do live in closets, but I live in my own.

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Nov 6, 2015

Nov 6, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC

katieelzinga

"Mommy, Can You Check My Closet For Monsters?"

I remember the day I called a depression hotline while I cried inside my closet. I did not fit completely,but I felt hidden away from the rest of the world. I just needed a wall to protect me. I could barely speak because the tears just fled out more. I had built a dam around my mind and didn’t release certain thoughts. I bottled it all up but the beavers got tired of swimming in ***** water, so day by day they chipped away the wood until everything was collapsing and I came crumbling down with the water. Now I spend my days trying to rebuild it and block the rush of the stream - fighting back the tears, thoughts, and any negativity that wants to escape. I let it all bite at me - but not consume me. It’s funny because it made me realize that monsters do live in closets, but I live in my own.

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