#suicideattempts - Hello Poetry

Warning- This poem contains graphic descriptions of suicide attempts and self harm. I remember the days with my hands wrapped around my throat. My wrists were cut up and my eyes were filled with tears. I was only ten. I never want to feel that way again. I remember thinking I was better off dead. I'd been almost a year since I'd cut myself, but I sat thinking about suicide in the rain. I was only eleven. I never want to feel that way again. I remember taking a ton of pills before school and sitting by the door with a belt around my neck. I couldn't stop cutting, but I was feeling happy. I was only twelve. I never want to feel that way again. I remember writing this poem. I'd finished writing all of my suicide notes, with a plan to **** myself on a random Sunday. I'd given up cutting and was on three antipsychotics. I was only thirteen. I'm ready to never feel this way again.

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Aug 19, 2025

Aug 19, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC

emoemolover

I Never Want to Feel That Way Again

Warning- This poem contains graphic descriptions of suicide attempts and self harm. I remember the days with my hands wrapped around my throat. My wrists were cut up and my eyes were filled with tears. I was only ten. I never want to feel that way again. I remember thinking I was better off dead. I'd been almost a year since I'd cut myself, but I sat thinking about suicide in the rain. I was only eleven. I never want to feel that way again. I remember taking a ton of pills before school and sitting by the door with a belt around my neck. I couldn't stop cutting, but I was feeling happy. I was only twelve. I never want to feel that way again. I remember writing this poem. I'd finished writing all of my suicide notes, with a plan to **** myself on a random Sunday. I'd given up cutting and was on three antipsychotics. I was only thirteen. I'm ready to never feel this way again.

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Weighed down by the heavy cloak of depression And his tormented brain He searched for the answers in a bottle He reached the bottom and sank even deeper into the pit Senses intoxicated Clearly not on his right mind He fumbled around in the medicine cabinet Seeking the ultimate way out The pills were calling out to him “We can free you” So he swallowed the lot, washed down with yet more liquor The chemicals began to dance through his veins Releasing their deadly poison He was overcome Unconsciousness set in Contorted and convulsing he buckled and slumped to the floor She found him this time Like the time before Out cold, black mucus running out of his mouth His ‘guardian angel’ She dialled 999 20 years later And history repeats itself This time he phones her to confess The cycle resumes Frantic calls to the authorities Interminable waiting Can he be brought back from the brink? Yet again he is saved But not cured A ticking bomb free to wreak havoc Upon his blood ties Unharnessed rage and anger Eluding the ‘system’ once more A life saved But a life sentence imposed on his ‘loved’ ones When will it ever end?!

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC

rachel-rhodes-puckett

S.O.S

Weighed down by the heavy cloak of depression And his tormented brain He searched for the answers in a bottle He reached the bottom and sank even deeper into the pit Senses intoxicated Clearly not on his right mind He fumbled around in the medicine cabinet Seeking the ultimate way out The pills were calling out to him “We can free you” So he swallowed the lot, washed down with yet more liquor The chemicals began to dance through his veins Releasing their deadly poison He was overcome Unconsciousness set in Contorted and convulsing he buckled and slumped to the floor She found him this time Like the time before Out cold, black mucus running out of his mouth His ‘guardian angel’ She dialled 999 20 years later And history repeats itself This time he phones her to confess The cycle resumes Frantic calls to the authorities Interminable waiting Can he be brought back from the brink? Yet again he is saved But not cured A ticking bomb free to wreak havoc Upon his blood ties Unharnessed rage and anger Eluding the ‘system’ once more A life saved But a life sentence imposed on his ‘loved’ ones When will it ever end?!

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You said that you attempted to **** yourself 9 times and you were so close to, what if I told you I died 100 times when those words had escaped your mouth?

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Jul 4, 2018

Jul 4, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC

deemz

I died.

You said that you attempted to **** yourself 9 times and you were so close to, what if I told you I died 100 times when those words had escaped your mouth?

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*My unforgiving thoughts Takes me down low My sorrow awakens A body warm but hollow My unforgiving thoughts Awaits my caged in mind Depressed Smothered between wall beams Mask on Head held high You would have never guessed My unforgiving thoughts Have yet to leave me at rest My suicide attempts are **** poor nothing more, I'm at war with self As days become years My tears crumble up and dry to my face They don't appear for the eye to see Only I can feel them Like the pain that covers me*

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Jul 27, 2016

Jul 27, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC

IsabellaRose

My Unforgiving Thoughts

*My unforgiving thoughts Takes me down low My sorrow awakens A body warm but hollow My unforgiving thoughts Awaits my caged in mind Depressed Smothered between wall beams Mask on Head held high You would have never guessed My unforgiving thoughts Have yet to leave me at rest My suicide attempts are **** poor nothing more, I'm at war with self As days become years My tears crumble up and dry to my face They don't appear for the eye to see Only I can feel them Like the pain that covers me*

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