#prevention
The day after you left,
Everything is normal.
Your friends at school assume you're sick,
Or playing hooky like always.
Your pets wake up,
Not knowing they'll never see you again.
Your parents go to work,
Still mad about the argument yesterday,
The last argument you'll ever have.
The day after you left,
No when went into your room,
Unanswered calls build up,
Notifications buzz your phone,
Onto the ground.
The sun still rises,
It's light falling through the window,
Warming your corpse.
That's the worst part,
The day after you left,
The world kept spinning.
Your best friend found you after school,
She couldn't breathe.
Two people died,
But only one stopped breathing.
Your funeral was quiet,
No one could hear the pain.
Your stuffed animals stayed where you left them.
The days after you died,
Weren't rainy
When they put you in the ground,
It was sunny.
We all wished it wasn't,
But it was.
The days after you left,
I decided to leave to.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
The best flowers get picked first
The ones that made the whole garden glow,
Whose petals held the morning light,
Whose roots ran deeper than we'll ever know.
The ones we'd visit every chance we had,
That helped the smaller blooms to grow,
That weathered storms and shared their shade,
And made love something we could show.
Now there's an empty space that aches,
Where beauty stood so tall, so true
The garden feels the absence most
Of flowers that meant everything to you.
They say the best flowers get gathered home,
But oh, the colours that we miss
No other bloom will ever fill
The space left by a love like this.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:45 AM UTC
;
He rages at the world,
but his heart is pure
Demons lurking inside
annihilates him,
I'm sure
He says
"Findorff crane
calls my name"
And I know
he's serious
He's in pain,
going delirious
Walking by
the lake,
the abyss
takes
his focus
He looks hopeless
I tell him
"You're not worthless"
Time is of the essence
Dial 911
He's in danger
On his own
I tell him
"You're not alone"
He calls me a snitch
But I'm really a cinch--
Tying together hope
so he doesn’t
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Bright lights:
He thanks me
for
being
a friend
I love him
I won’t let this
be
the
end;
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 11:17 PM UTC
We always joked
That overdosing
Is the way to do it
Pop
Pop
Pop the pills
Just
Pop
Pop
Pop the pain away
Until
Pop
Pop
Pop you're in the clouds
Forever
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
The sun rises anyway,
indifferent to absence,
painting the same golden squares
across your empty bed.
Coffee brews in kitchens
where your name will be spoken
in past tense for the first time,
voices breaking on the syllables.
Your phone buzzes with messages
that will never find you—
lunch plans, inside jokes,
the ordinary love of ordinary days.
Someone will have to call your work,
cancel your dentist appointment,
decide what to do with the milk
that expires next Tuesday.
The world keeps its appointments
while those who loved you learn
to navigate the sudden geography
of a life with you-shaped holes.
Your favorite song plays on the radio
in a car where someone weeps,
remembering how you hummed along,
fingers drumming the dashboard.
The morning after is not an ending—
it's the first day of everyone else
learning to carry the weight
of all your unfinished stories.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
Grief and mind walk hand in hand,
Two heavy shadows on the land.
They whisper doubts, they cloud the skies,
They hide the light behind our eyes.
We wonder if we talk too much,
If friends grow weary of our touch.
Repeating pain they’ve heard before,
Afraid they’ll turn and close the door.
But healing isn’t neat or fast,
It circles back, it holds, it lasts.
And silence makes the weight severe—
So talk about it if it keeps you here.
No burden are you, not a chore,
Your voice is worth the space once more.
For sharing sorrow lightens pain,
And helps the broken breathe again.
So let the story leave your chest,
You’re not too much, you’re not a guest.
Your grief is proof of love so clear—
And we’ll hold you close, to keep you here.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 1:11 AM UTC
Add a gall, forth with a ghost
We dream a poetry in motion
Callous old candy, we favor for notice...
A place for spooks and terror, that has shared devotion?
Odd, the taste in popularity here...
Awake and see the form of our destruction
Sated forces that claim, the tow of a worldly fear
Silly old love, with a simpler friendship for you, a behavior and an intuition...
Creations of sin, in the mind's eye, a curiosity to foretell
Ancient we are, the prayers and decency of liberality, foresworn
With the lips of reality, to these we remember a wishy-washy hell...
Days have ended, with a voice to revile; we promise to dusk's forces...?
Tale of the dread, in the echo of a beautiful misery
Whether you are, or am I the passion of a better youth?
Coming of age, with the spare dream of a knowing, history
That turns out to be a campy nightmare, with a moment to rueth
The movie ends, with a phantom sneeze...
Coming from nowhere, and with a sensitive cloth
We see the role of sincerity reversed, a delicate lead
To a wishes house, where a mercy is the new future of wrath
Justice for quiet, the almost of silence served...
And broken with the shall we made, for a unique and tender
Friendship, of waiting and meaning the world, for a love to work
Like a running fool, in love with tomorrow, we see a prayer we lent to life for might's render...
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
I didn't realize it was raining until my clothes were soaked.
A dense fog abruptly concealed everything around me.
Apathy is a thief of reason.
It's easy to forget why we stay.
Instead, I ask what I'd miss.
The warmth of the sun on my face.
The sound of the ocean hitting the shoreline.
My best friend's laugh.
My cat purring.
The mountains.
Late-night drives.
Music.
Trees.
Fleeting moments that we take for granted.
The rain will stop and my clothes will dry.
The fog will dissipate.
And I will choose to stay.
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 12:23 AM UTC
Red...
The snore of a ghost...?
Has seen a party, with music fed
A prayer; a sincerity lost?
Catching a breeze
Catching a star
Chances predict, a certain heathen
With marveling eyes, staring at far
Away
Motion of a decision
Saving might from may
A sorrow has spent a stare's lesson
Purpose beyond
Stifling a wish, that gave...
No man a soul, for psyche and longing?
Are we to dance, alone or might we take...
The time to ask
Cause curious, enough to face...
The music, for its compassion of facts?
Seeing a cacophony, I know you, for dread's race...
Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC
One more word, and I'll blow up.
One more day, and I'll grow up.
One more drink, and I'll throw up.
One more week, and I'll give up..
But words don't have to be said-,
Growing is an ongoing process,
Drinks don't have to be alcohol,
And help is easily available.
1-888-299-1188
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 11:19 AM UTC
If prevention is better than cure .
Then
Not falling in love is better than heartbreak.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 3:19 AM UTC
Cloaked eyes of white
Open throat cries dry
Echoed padding cadence
Panting tremours
Unable to get away
The streets are unsafely empty
Equality to walk
No illiberal clocking in
I have a cogent life
Will not cede segregation
The struggle, snapped the stem
Stole the stamen from my flower
Shook my pollenous verve
Scattered my soulful scent
Destroyed my confidence to regrow
Sneering the lonesome wolf
Crushes the very flowers that will save it
Without heart of virtue
Praying on those they cannot have
Betrays their own soul without anguish
Proto-stalkers seek help
Decant your desires
Throw off your fur coat
Open up and do not venture into a nightmare
Your Samaritan will always befriend and guide
Lay down your sword
Change the parochial pathway
Magnanimous now live
Fields of flowers beckon
Don't be a brick in the wall
Embrace the feminine essence
Yield flowers their blossom
Steer the legislation to counter the wolven spread
More tulips amongst thorny parliamentarians
Educate the children and those in power
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
Tell me,
what are the things that fascinate you most?
Things that make your eyes sparkle aglow,
that soothe your awry, unrest, stirred soul.
Some are fascinated with their fiery, burning passion of life,
and some others are fascinated with their own death.
I am one of the latter.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
There I was,
in the very depths of despair.
In a place so very dark.
And I no longer cared.
I had closed my eyes,
As I said my final prayers.
I had made up my mind,
I would no longer be there,
I'd be gone,
As soon as I finished my prayer.
But when I opened my eyes,
There was an angel standing there.
She told me how much,
The Lord loved me.
And that he'd never,
Not once,
Forgotten about me
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
One year since your passing,
I didn't know I still wasn't ready to say goodbye.
Unlike the other lives lost in years past,
Yours cut me deeper than the rest.
Like watching an older version of myself,
Carry out a wish I could never fully attempt,
It left me mortified, scared I may follow in your footsteps.
Months later, dreams came and went.
I'd often wake up, wondering why I'd envision myself
Jumping off the Eads Bridge.
I never thought I'd be having these thoughts again.
They say history repeats itself.
But I promise you: I won't repeat the same mistakes.
I won't become a part of the past.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
My blood I willingly spill onto the page
It takes the form of words to engage
A written expression of my life's insanity
It exposes my darkest truths for all to see
Unwilling to admit it's existence to myself
Darkest of thoughts I place upon a shelf
Behind my smile I've concealed this reality
I fear the possibility of my broken mentality
Would others not think this to be true
If asked for help what would they do
It goes unnoticed each time I reach out
That someone cares I begin to doubt
Hope I once held slowly fades away
Deeper into this depression I fall each day
Why does no one care enough to see
The emptiness I've hidden is killing me
Someone to talk with I have not found
Paper now keeps me mentally sound
With pen in hand I have learned to speak
In poetry I have a voice that's unique
ChillNPsyco
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
I reach out but no one hears
Within the silence are my worst fears
Why do I look for reason in every day
I tell myself I no longer wish to stay
The pain reminds me I'm still here
Always pushing away never pulling near
All this time alone woundering why
To be a part of this life at times I try
A room filled with many I'm still alone
A feeling not changed in an empty room at home
This life perhaps never ment to be
For so many yes maybe not for me
Whispers in the dark voices I can't see
Often they convince its time to fly free
Light fills my eyes each day I wake
This life is not mine...
Not mine to take!?
ChillNPsyco
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
I want to heal you
But I cannot feel your pain
Please open the door
Ive seen your eyes rain
You feel so hopeless
Yet a smile you feign
Crying cant help you
Let me be your drain
Call out for help
Before you walk down the wrong lane
I refuse to watch you
End your pain
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
She was in an awful state,
Her folks had hurled words of hate.
When he came for her.
And there in her hand she held,
A sharpened bit of cold blue steel,
Honed ever so sharp to the feel.
Palatable,
Twas her pain.
He felt it too,
It was that real.
At once,
He knew that this time,
She not would not cut herself,
Just to feel.
And this time there was a,
**** good chance,
That these wounds,
Might never have the chance to heal.
He peered into,
Her tear stricken eyes.
And a plan it did arise.
With a lump in his throat,
And a trembling voice.
And as the tears streamed from his eyes.
He said,
You're planning to leave me,
I'm afraid I do surmise.
I realize that I can't stop you,
If you truly wish to go.
But,
One thing my dear.
One tiny little thing
For me,
PLEASE!
Before you leave to go,
Is that too much to ask,
From someone who loves you so.
May I please,
Please,
Hold onto to your sharpened bit,
Of cold blue steel?
Before my one true love,
From me it steals?
Three minutes.
Just three minutes please.
Let me hold it.
Please.
Just three short minutes.
I am begging you.
Please!
I do implore.
Give to me,
What's in your hand.
I promise to give it back once more.
I have never lied to you.
And,
I am not about to start it now.
I will do exactly as I say I will.
But ,
Please,
Please listen to me.
And give it to me now.
Three minutes,
Three tiny little minutes,
Of just you and me,
Before you leave to go.
Three minutes,
And you are free to go.
Could you please,
Give that piece of steel to me?
She unloosened her grasp,
And,
Into his outstretched hand,
It fell.
Her tiny bit,
Of cold blue steel.
Quickly,
He closed his fingers,
And,
At last,
The steel he,
Himself, did grasp.
Flip your timer dear.
Three minutes,
Three scant minutes,
That is our deadline.
That should be all it takes.
Sweet love of mine.
Now you should know before you go.
That I do indeed love you.
Well just how much,
Well that my dear.
You may never know.
Safely in his arms,
On his chest,
Her head did rest.
You do know,
That I love you the best.
Upon her head he placed a kiss.
And gently kissed,
The teardrops from her eyes.
As their eyes locked,
He said,
To me doll,
You're quite the prize.
As he wiped,
The teardrops from his eyes.
He then cast his eyes,
Upon the dwindling sand.
In the tiny hour glass.
Time is short my dear,
We haven't long I fear.
And yes,
Eternity,
It does draw near.
NOW!
Listen to me,
Hear me well.
You won't go alone,
You'll have me near.
That's how much,
I love you dear.
We will go together dear.
I'll hold your hand,
This will be,
Our very last stand.
He redirected his eyes,
And glanced upon the clepsydra
That depleted hour glass.
The timer was empty,
The sands had all ran out.
He then looked right back at her,
And said,
It's empty.
All the sands have ran out.
And honey,
This is what I am all about.
He unloosened his fingers,
And with an upturned palm.
He revealed to her once more,
Her, cold, blue steel.
This one thing,
I pray you've learned.
And your trust I have earned.
I did not lie to you,
And I never will.
And he held to her,
Her sharpened sliver,
Of cold, blue steel.
Where we go,
From here my dear,
Well you decide.
But,
We are going together dear.
That's for ME,
To decide.
We are going together dear!
Arm in arm,
And,
Side by side.
He closed his eyes,
And they both softly wept.
He felt her fingers,
Retaking her steel.
And imagined,
Just how it might feel.
The bite of,
Her cold, blue steel.
Then,
Like the tinkling of a bell,
Came a tiny metallic sound.
That itty-bitty sound.
Twas the sound of the razor,
As it struck the ground.
by: coleman
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
The well is dry now
I...
When the sky goes dark you'll know
I'm...
The birds in the trees are quiet
I'm ready...
Even the wind is calm and hushed
I'm ready to...
God throw down your hardest rain
I'm ready to die...
Let nothing more be left unsaid,
Let nothing more of me remain
I'm ready.
A vision of weeping
I...
Faces of my family pass by
I'm...
I have left a hole in this world
I'm ready...
I didn't want to see my worth
I'm ready to...
My grave is still shallow
I'm ready to die...
Remorse sets in from my actions and deed
I'm ready to die another...
There is sudden realization as gray appears beyond black and white
I'm ready to die another day.
Please---
Let me live.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
This is a ******
Surely worth the wreath of carnage
Dreams seemingly obscene and undying, my mind winding
whines that sigh without crying
Incessantly dropping my mood anymore on its headache
Taking whats precious
Tainting my wonderful
Please me,
tell me what's good.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
BLUE
My colors shall shine true...
I like purple, orange and pink too
But blue makes me stop and think...
So sadly beautiful
The blue ink.
Hurts and sadness still alive...
Hurts that will never die...
For they are inscribed inside
Regret for my brother,
Dear GOD ....What could I have done?
With his crystal, sweet eyes of blue
Took a gun...
The shock and shot
..to end his pain
So deeply Sorry
My brother
that you didn't see it any other way...
I know the deep dark feelings of navy blue
Than black...
Your black,
You ain't never coming back
My dear brother
I have deeply felt your pain
Even wanted to shoot a gun straight into my brain
Or maybe a silk scarf tied tightly around my neck
Hang a rope from a tree
see me swaying
So pain free ....
But today there is a light
A rainbow so close I could touch it..
They say rainbows are spirits saying hello..
Thank you Jonas...I miss you so...
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
Sue is deeply hurt
she looks for hope in dark
she finds a soul who holds
the broken pieces in her
she sits in a black hole
she worries and panic a lot
she needs a helping hand
she loves to hear some support
she listens that birds are chirping
she smiles and laughs with them
the sun becomes brighter
when she holds a purpose in hand
her emotions are now calm
she is feeling much relaxed
can you believe all this happens?
after drowning all the regrets?
keep on living these moments
there is good after every bad
there is love after hatred
there is life after thoughts of death
this is all normal to experience
this is all acceptable to recieve
just pass through it now and always
whatever you imagine you will get
(A tribute to the suicide survivors!)
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC