#suicideawarness
before you go and do something dumb
I know how it is just to feel numb.
take a moment to let me tell you people care
because maybe you want to share but you don't dare.
don't be afraid to tell somebody you need help
because no matter how small the yelp
they will be there to listen to you
so maybe this is your cue.
this world is better with you in it so don't quit
Please stop hiding that pit
speak out and seek attention
let's start the process of ascension
I know that you feel alone all by yourself
like you've been placed on a dusty shelf
cut off from a society that doesn't love you
but I'm telling you that isn't true.
just give a call to that hot line
let it be a light in the dark that shines
because they will answer and listen
the tears will fall and glisten
because you'll know that they care
you can let go of the tremendous weight you bare.
people love you and they always will
so before you take that pill
before that Blade touches you again
before you step off the end
put down that gun
and just call them so you live to see the morning sun
I love all of you with all of me
I just hope I reach you in time for you to see.
I beg and plead
before you start to bleed
just call them and talk
they want to help you they really do.
don't be afraid to take that first step
don't be like me and never speak out.
-Caleb J. Collins
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
The voice inside my head,
it tells me things.
With the confusion and anger it brings,
Mocking me it sings,
I shouldn't be here,
You'd be better off if I were dead.
The voice, it shouts at me,
reminding me of the things I've done,
reminding me I'm pathetic and weak,
reminding me my romanticized future,
is nothing I'll achieve,
all I deserve, if I survive,
is a life most bleak.
The voice tells me it's my fault,
I agree and respond,
fueling the mood,
Ah, that's a mighty fine wound,
here, let me add some salt.
Does it hurt?
The words and actions I've created,
do they tug at strings of a heart most jaded?
Do my thoughts circle in your head until they're hated?
Do they twirl and dance
and spit in your face,
do they laugh at you and call you names,
teasing and prodding, playing sensitive games?
Does your voice spin and bounce
around inside your head,
does it whisper quietly,
once I've gone to bed?
Do you hear it too,
does it get to you?
Does it make your skin crawl,
to be trapped in and endless brawl,
of what is right and what is wrong?
Does it sing to you?
An endless torturous song,
that's been around for oh so long,
I want the voice to stop,
I want it to be gone.
I wonder will it ever leave,
and grant me a little bit of peace,
a fraction of freedom from the ice I feel,
I'm afraid the answer is quite real,
I believe that fate will seal the deal.
One day the voice will leave
by my demand,
all its hateful words will turn to sand.
I will tell it to go and be on its way,
and though many times I've tried before,
I know the way to finally slam the door,
when you find me with my face down on the floor,
you will know,
I can't hear the voice anymore.
. . .
No, I'll never **** myself.
Though inner peace is all I truly seek,
I clearly see the havoc I would wreak.
No, I cannot end my life.
Instead I'll draw in a breath,
followed by another,
I'll put my smile back in place,
and tuck away my thoughts for me to keep,
as the voice softly sings me back to sleep.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
I just feel so sick
Like I'm down getting kicked
As if My chest is caving in
Like something needs to be against my skin
I crave the feeling of pain
And I know that people think I've gone insane
That I would crave a Blade
Some may have even prayed
But nothing quite satisfied me like that did
So if you think that I'm messed up I'll take your bid
Because sometimes I feel completely hollow
Just filled with guilt and sorrow
But after the deed is done I may not see the morning sun
I lay there thinking maybe this is the one.
That will finally let too much slip out
The one that causes a metaphorical draught
But I'm still here writing this
it really must make some of you reminisce
But now that I've caught your attention
Maybe you'll realize it's time for ascension.
I want you to know people care about you
That I've felt the same as you too
But I realized that I was all wrong
I just wish it wouldn't of taken so long
So I'm trying to help you
Please call that hotline, this is your cue.
They just want to guide you
But you need to want help too.
They can't call you
So just open up and let it spew
All the raw emotions you've shed
All the feelings you've bled
I promise that I love you
here's your clue
I wrote this just for someone like you
Because I was once just like that too
-CC
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
There was nothing I could do
As the knife sunk into your flesh
I was unaware
Of all the pain that I was causing you
The blade that I had
Steadily sinking into you skin
And there was nothing I could do
But say sorry and beg for acceptance from you
I'm so sorry that I hurt you
I never meant you any harm
Sorry for all of the lies that I told
And sorry for the times that you believed them
But there was nothing I could do
As the blade I wielded broke your flesh
And the marks that I made deepened
Causing so much pain
But there was nothing that I could do
There was nothing to be done that could possibly save you
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC