#suicidepoem
I'm deep in the ocean of what I think,
so far down way farther down than the word
sink.
I sit here and think because all of my feelings I tied to a
boat and let them
sink.
no one knew, i just let it go
just like the movie frozen
and not a soul was to know
i walked back to my house feeling light
i passed by someone and said hi..
i felt airy and very cold..
then i realized with the boat i sunk to..
now my soul roams and im ocean blue
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 1:32 PM UTC
I tell myself that I'm leaving,
to go alone and scream into the night air.
I arrive and try, the air in my throat is tight.
Sounds of anguish and frustration unable to holler out,
I tell myself that nothings changing,
so I grab a lighter that I've been hiding, and hold the tumour between my lips.
Slobbering tears as I lite my stress, this is as close to death as I can feel.
The venom dripping from my mouth,
my foot pressing harder against the pedal down this country strip.
A referendum in my mind embellished with motivation,
so I tilt the wheel and leave it to momentum.
.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 8:42 PM UTC
Wrap those arms around yourself,
It's a boost for mental health.
Embrace all feelings when alone,
Then hug until you reach your bones.
Squeeze until it's hard to breathe,
Slowly release and know relief.
Now wrap your brain around yourself;
Unbind the belt cinching sense,
The straight jacket 'round your head;
Buckled and strapped,
It fits like skin;
Too much penance for all our sins.
Unravel the sticking, needling voice,
Whispering...
I have no choice.
It's not because you're lacking wealth,
Family, friends or stable health,
But one's perception of oneself.
Don't wrap your neck inside a noose,
Or shoot yourself with an overdose;
Don't splay yourself on a subway track...
I wonder would I feel that.
Leave Daddy's gun locked in its holster;
Hold high your chin while treading water;
Stand still on bridge, cliff or ledge,
You won't hit bottom til you're dead.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
She was quiet & sad.
As life dragged.
Nose filled with snot, and the tears wouldn't stop.
She didn't know where she was going.
As her ocean was flowing.
Why not abide to suicide?
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
she sits behind the tv
watching in the living room
surrounded by her family
with empty eyes
the only things she says
are empty lies:
“I'm okay, I'm alright,
don't worry 'bout me”
she was in her own fight
and as a reality show plays
in her mind she thinks
of all the different ways
and with the morning light
she takes a chair and a rope
having chosen on one of them
to the tree in the garden
to make a final flight.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
If one day I decide
to finally take my own life,
don't go raid my room
searching for a reason.
You are the reason.
© Leigh Herondale July 2015
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
All alone again tonight
In my head screaming
"I hate my life"
Don't know how long
can I hold on
Or will I just
start moving on?
Been screaming for help
But nobody tried
Tell me how.
Am I supposed win this fight?
© Leigh Herondale July 2015
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
You builed up walls, but that wasn't tall.
Reminiscing the endeavour and expectations dont met at all.
You tried to build up walls over and over again but that didn't seems to work out and fall back to the abyss of darkness.
Yet you strive again for what they want but darkness was too tough and pulled you back.
You fall,
You stumble,
"Useless" "Worthless" was you heard from all.
Now you give up, little did know you cant win this up.
Life seems dont want to give you a break so you pulled out the razor thinking to end this for sure.
One cut, it ease the pain.
Two cuts, it rid the pain.
Three cuts, you dont feel any pain.
Blood was oozing, pooling to the puddle of forlornity that leads her to the eternity.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC