"sucide" poems
They dont make it
the beautiful die in flame-
sucide pills,rat poison,rope what-
ever...
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject,reject.
they do'nt make it
the beautiful can't endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they dont make it.
onetall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame,one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left,they were so
beautiful.
they dont make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
lovley and brilliant: life and suidcide and death
as the old men play checkers in the sun
in the park.
8.2k
Silence as he goes down the steps
he knows he musn't wake
his mother who sleeps upstairs
he musn't wake his sisters or his brothers
He opens the door to the bathroom
and Sees his reflection
UGLY, STUPID, WORTHLESS
Words like these bounce around his mind
His skull is a bouncy house and more words keep piling in
Wanting a chance to jump high
He opens the cupboard and sees the pills
A bottle of painkillers the doctor gave to his sister
He creeps back to his room
Slient like a night cat
and he sits on his bed with the note right beside
Sorry for being such a dissapointment, sorry for causing pain, I am gone now don't worry anymore i will longer I have to be a burden
he opens the cap and he can feel that he wants to cry
he pours the pills into his hand and takes each one
one at a time
I am gone, gone forever never to return again
No longer have to be a disapointment
I can be who I want to be after death
No longer having to feel less
No longer I have to be stong
As I sing the sucide Song
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
The fake solution
i found in the bottom of a bottle,
drowned all my pain
saying just one more swallow,
just one more hit,
just one last sniff,
and that will be it.
Ill stop tomorrow
or maybe the day that follows.
Everything i promised
turned to everything i lost.
All the things i had turned
into another bottle,
pill, or whatever would
erase the shame, and the pain
that made me feel so hallow.
I wanted to stop, its true i really did.
But spending even a minute
alone with my thoughts was
enough to try and bring
my life to an end.
Id lost her, my family,
even my own morals.
Lived with true demons
i led into my body
through a needle in my arm.
I considered sucide
and tried.
But for some reason
god wouldn't let me die.
I thought i was being punished,
forsaken and forgotten.
I was completely at my bottom.
I found myself half dead
in a hospital bed,
hearing my parents plead
"god please don't take away our child."
I couldnt show emotion
so i cried with a blank exspression.
How could i have forgotten,
i was loved.
I sat in that bed,
weeks turned into months.
I swore id never go back.
Id change for the ones I loved.
The day i got discharged
i found myself there looking at
the devil in the form of a pill,
i was ill i was sick.
I have a dieses with no cure,
and found myself
shaking and seizing
and it all re accured.
Back in the bed i lay for two days.
Found myself on a small plane
headed far far away.
On a pilgrimage of change.
It took a couple weeks
but i realized I'm lost,
I'm powerless and broken,
only one could change that now.
I turned to the sky and asked
what do i do.
He told me be willing
and it'll come to me soon.
I made new friends
and made steps in the right direction.
I havent looked back
not even for a second,
god saved my life
beileve it or not.
Now I'm approaching
9 whole months.
Gratitude keeps me hear
and god makes me willing.
So now my life can be fulfilling.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
హత్య ఇది ఆత్మల పైన హత్య . . అదే ఆత్మహత్య .
పరీక్షా fail ఐతే హత్య .ప్రేమే దూరం ఐతే హత్య .
Prestige పొతే హత్య .Markలు తక్కువైతే హత్య .
సహజ మరణం కన్నా ఆత్మహత్యల ratings మిన్న .
అమ్మ నాన్నలు గుర్తే రారు .
చావు భయము అసలే లేదు .
గమ్యం పైన అసలు లేవు .
ఇది హత్య ఆత్మల పైన ఘోరమైన హత్య .
బుద్ధిని control చేయకుండా death కి సిద్ధం అవుతారు .
అయ్యో పాపం అనుకోవాలా వీడికి పిచ్చని తిట్టాలా .
Students lone చాల మంది Sucide కే ఎందుకు వెళ్తున్నారు .
Mark లు పొతే వస్తాయి .ప్రేమే పొతే వస్తుంది .
Subject pass అయ్యే chance ఉంది .
Prestige కన్నా ప్రాణం మిన్న .
ప్రాణం పొతే తిరిగే రాదు .
పంతం వీడండి .హాయిగా బ్రతకండి .
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
I looked at her
And with complete peace
I smiled
Knowing that her's was hiding pain
She was never loved
Was never seen as anything special
Beat up and bruised by the words of others
People
Who didn't even know her
As I grew to know her
Love her
I found myself in her unconditional love
She never judged
He was tormented everyday
For something he couldn't change
Gay
Pushed down stairs
Shoved into lockers
And when he came home
His parents couldn't even look at him
Blinded by their hate
They pushed him away
Into the hands of drugs
Not because he wanted to
But because he felt no love
And as for me
My story has bits and pieces of theirs
Cutting was what fueled my life
Sucide
Because I was never loved by someone
Looked down apon because of who I loved
I never knew how good life could be
Until I heard other peoples stories
No one should be treated badly
We all search for happiness
But sometimes that's at the cost of others
We all have light and dark within us
Choose to fuel the light
Choose to diminsh the dark
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
My silent screams go unnoticed
My darkend days unchecked
I wish they believed me when i said it did happen
The emptiness is all consuming
It stole away my breathe
Self harm is always an option
Sucide is wish
That wouldn't happen to me
Because even death has rejected me
The memories of being suffocated by the man you called dad totures my head every minute
But now....
I got nothin to say
My words ran away with my happiness
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
I apologize
Baby I’ve been trying, nothing seems to cover up the pain
I’ve been trying, holding on, holding on
Baby I’ve been trying, nothing seems to cover up the pain
I’ve been trying, holding on, holding on
Holding on to your pain forever
I'm just holding on, holding on to your pain
I been holding on to this pain for such a long time, trying to outfight my demons put it to rest, had to get it off my chest ease this dreaded stress, first let me start off by stating I take full responsibility this is an apology, I know sorry can't fix everything but maybe it'll soothe your pain
Sitting here sniffing the pleasant stench of your favorite sweater, reminding me it makes no sense of how I treated you, your love was innocent so raw it's pure, I made you ashamed you got taken for granted caused you so much pain a strain on your heart, it's all my fault failed my part couldn't protect your heart it turned dark, decayed your love it's nonexistent for a new lover you spite men you hate me, sinister you plot vengeance a demon I created leaving you frustrated caused you to miscarriage you want me castrated cause of dying breed, you forgot how to love tormenting your heart to cover up the pain a demon I created attempted sucide your soul can't take it, Seems you survived respawned just to destroy to me trama that I created
I apologize for your pain these words are not confessed in vain, repeated karma my father did the same thing to mama warfare of generational curse trying to break the shackles can't drag this heavy chain no more my strength deteriorating, emotional abuse I cause in the past is my irresonspility of love I rebuke it painful mistakes I made I apologize I am ashamed in due time I hope this poem ease your pain love is a learned lesson but still can't fix pain
I want you to forgive me for yourself
not for me, can't keep holding on
I want you to love again no suffering
I apologize
Baby I’ve been trying, nothing seems to cover up the pain
I’ve been trying, holding on, holding on
Baby I’ve been trying, nothing seems to cover up the pain
I’ve been trying, holding on, holding on
Holding on to your pain forever
I'm just holding on, holding on to your pain
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
Sucide can't save my neglected soul,
My mum held my limp lifeless body screaming for me to come home,
But what she doesn't realise is ive been gone for a while now.
A fallen angel,Finally able to spread her wings.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Its sad,
how everyday is a reflection of how ignorant of a race we've become.
Humans are discusting beings,
respect is a thing of the past
and chilvalry is dead.
What happened to days when men would kiss your hand
or open doors for you?
women were more respected when they had no rights
now their considered equal yet they still groval at mens feet
and are refered to as ******* and ******
Then again,
whats equality
it lost its meaning long ago,
for a free country theres not much freedom here.
If an atheist speaks of their beliefs their said to be mocking chrisanity
beacuse chrisanity is the norm.
Its going to **** us
the demise of this world is going to be caused by what its built upon.
Organized relgion is nothing more then power hungry people
trying to steer the young,naive, lonely and afraid
into doing " whats right " by inflicting the fear of the unknown upon them.
There is no " right and wrong "
nothing but centuries of branwashing by bible pushers and jesus freaks.
Were not thankful for anything,
were slaves to the economy,
never content with what we have
always glutton for more.
People who say money can't buy happiness are full of ********
and have never gone without food or cloths because they can't afford them
The main cause of misery is lack of money
ask anyone going without what would make them happy
i bet you all the money in the world i know the answer.
We dont even appricate the fact that were alive
it takes a death or some drastic event for us to even take a second and be thankful for life.
We judge everyone without reason
when in reality were all the same
everyone of us are fighting demons
hiding a part of our past
and running from something.
People sicken me,
were going to be at fault for the sucide of our world
were all born monsters
we all die the same
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
Today is Today
Yesterday was history,Tomarrow is mystery
But today it is gift
not because we will get presents tomarrow
but because
we are still breathing
Some people are corrupted by the wrong road
that lies ahead of them of drugs,alcohol,commmiting
sucide
When in the future they may not know
because of their death
One false move it may be your last
You last kiss,Your last spoken word
Yor last chance to see your family
So many deaths were made
past,present,and future
You have to...
You have to live like your dying
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 11:15 AM UTC
In the mire's sea I swam,
Not as fish but as clam.
In struggles and difficulties,
Silence, darkness and impossiblities.
Harsh and cruel realities I face,
As with impatience all through I pace.
It took him, but not her again.We've never bargain.
With lives gone, I thought it was nature,
But with my flower taken,my balloon pride punctured.
Woe,woe I cried again as another it takes.
What's my life on Earth? Oh piece of cake!
Courage on, sucide is gonna do,
But will this hostile world let me go?
In thought of how, with mind so stiff,
I was again mistaken for a thief.
**** her, **** her, they shouted,
Then, I remembered those words I never counted.
Of the king of glory who was wronged,
So as for the sins of men he might purged.
For the tactics to go to him all I know,.
But does He cares? does his blood for me it flow?
To death and him, the latter I'll try,
In me, his mercies was all for I cried.
Eyes shut, for no one and I had,
Little did I know my little prayer was heard.
My swift call of this Supreme name,
Did what I can't even believe in a game.
In him now I trust cos all my sins purified,
By his grace from all guilt justified.
Families and friends, his chosen one supply,
Now always his SUPREME NAME Everytime I apply.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
Memories are running back
but this time not in slow motion any more
*** they are running back in full force
These memories are heart breaking
and painful experiences we've all
gone through in life
And now remembering these memories
causes most people to go into depression
and even commit sucide just bcos of these memories
But truely what causes these memories?
Well the answer is not far from you cus'
you are the one who make each other go through such pains
You harm people intentionally
in order to make jest of them
you destroy people's lifes in order
too laugh at their failure/ mistakes
Its because of you that
these painful memories hunt
people down to their graves
Its because of you that
each time people remember you
they remember the sad memories
that come along with your name
And now we all can see that
you're a wolf in sheep clothing
a green snake in a green grass
And its now clear to
us all that you're a devil in disguise and that you're nothing but a chamelion
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
I saw the ******
You call sucide
Less on her wrist
More in her eyes.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
I cut
Don't judge
I like to board
It's my escape from reality
I have secretly tried sucide three times
Once with a rope
But there was nothing to hang from
Once with some pills
But I just received a bad headache
Once with a razor and my flesh
But I'm still here
Why am I still here
I only have music
I only have boarding
I'm done
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
Dont hate the player hate the game
fine then I'll stop playing
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
** Problem are many,
Solution are zero,
Outcome are null,
Profit is negative,
Business Capital is zero,
Production is down,
Market is slugish,
Requirement is many
Employees are insufficient,
Passing Ratio is greater,
Job's Ratio is null,
So Un Employment is on top of epic mountain.
Everyone is in depression.
So Sucide is on top.
**
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
People use to throw me behind their shadows but I know i can't win this battle. People judge how i look but some people don't know that you can read them like a book, page by page, cover by cover always tells a different story. But there is one that you still haven't heard and that story is mine. I know that i am not boring so here is my story, When i was born i felt like there was a storm. The smoke of all the drugs fill the air as i feel it hit my bare skin. i was abused and brused and i can't handle it no more and now from telling this story supposly i am a skinny ***** but i tht is not true. As my page by page covers in blood i no that i still haven't won i think my pain is going away but it getd worst the next day. It feel that if sucide is calling my name but i can't end this day think my loved ones will never get to no my real life and it may scare some people may say that i am insane but this is me and my story no one have the right to judge me for who i am i am me and no one is going to change that.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
I tried to be something,
great or small
I tried to be you,
I lost myself
I tried to be fast,
I broke my legs
I tried sucide,
I could't afford a knife
I tried to be bad,
I almost died
I tried to be rich,
It was expensive
I tried to be strong,
but I lost ten fights
I tried to be smart
until I met a thief
I tried to be funny,
I couldn't beat a baby clown
I tried to be slow,
I got lost, I was gone
I tried love,
I was rejected
I tried to stop,
I saw nick vucinic
I couldn't quit
so, I stoped to try,
I found myself in rags
moist in my own saliva
Everything I denied and disregarded was who I was
I knew I was a tree but failed to recognise myself dressed in plain sheets, as a book,
and you could be anyone
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
Problem are many,
Solution are zero,
Outcome are null,
Profit is negative,
Business Capital is zero,
Production is down,
Market is slugish,
Requirement is many
Employees are insufficient,
Passing Ratio is greater,
Job's Ratio is null,
So Unemployement is on top of epic mountain.
Everyone is in depression.
So Sucide is on top.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
What is freedom?
The feeling of being free
From the fear?
What is freedom?
The ablity to reach out
And someone reaches in return?
What is freedom?
The thirst for the sky?
And it dosent come
From sucide?
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
Anyone can write a deep poem
I can write about sucide
or texting while you drive
this thought just came to my mind
because one of my friends
new to this site
she wrote a poem that got 17 likes
and I was jealous
because I cant write as good as her
I really wish I could
because I want that
I want people to like my poems
and appreciate me
like they do her
to top it off
she is younger than me
and it makes me feel
like I can't write poetry
and then I thought of stoping
I mean what is the point of writing
if your writing
isn't the best
what is the point of joining this contest if your gonna lose
what is the point of that
I really want to end this poem on a high note
talk about how I changed my mind and I will gloat
I just don't feel like it
I feel like my poems
aren't good enough
that i should change how i write
that my poems should be more like stories
and not conversations with my readers
some of you might be sayin " I cant believe her"
because you think I'm doing this to get people to tell me
my writing is great
but Im not
I don't wanna be put on the spot
I don't wanna make you say
Your writing is great
you don't have to say anything
I just wanted to tell you how I feel
I just wanted to tell you what I thought about my poetry
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
In the silent woods of the Aokighara,
The sucide forest of Japanese gala .
Lives a woman reknowed for her appeal and beauty
Dareth any man,
Who did his duty
As travelers would say
Every man who went away ,
Was by her, swayed
The witch of the woods was she called
In the walls of the nearby fotress of Hachioji,
Lies her corpse walled.
The same walls which sing a tale,
Of her lost values , betrayals, ****** and escalades.
And of a just king,
Who had her walled to administer justice.
Even after her long demise,
She wanders the premise
In search of her new prey
So tell thou traveller wish to go for searching the way
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC