Poems about Suicide poems

I couldtake that handful of pillsbecause honestlyi'm sick of waking upevery morning to ask myselfthe same damn questionsI wouldslide that bladeacross my wrist because i hate the personi hav

It was just a bomb that took four arms and six legsFrom nine perfectly healthy individualsIt was just a bomb that took sixteen livesAnd left seventy two people seriously woundedIt was just a bomb

I write my suicide noteSo I can be kissed by a butterflyI can live tonightBut I choose to dieI'm crying on the insideAnd bleeding on the outsideI show my pain, blood, and tearsI don't want the

Twas the hour before my suicideSitting in my room holding a knifeThinking of family and friendsContemplating my lifeI thought of hangingBut as the knife came closer to my throatI knew it was qu

I can not say'I understand your pain'when your pain I haven't been through.I can only read your wordsand tell you that 'I care'.Suicide is hard to understandfor the one that is left behind, I

Suicide is now my only hope.My only hope to be free.To get away from the shit in my life.Surly I'll be free this way.I have to leave this worldLeave it all behind.Mabey Im a cowardOr mabey not

As blank as a board.As long as that mile.As lifeless as the child.Who the theropist had filed.Didnt seem to bad.She said she didnt cut herself.But it was so her aunt wouldnt get mad.Whil

Dreams turned to death, Voice turned to tears, Love made her forget, Love ended her years.Laughter turned to screams, Life turned to blood, Love wasn't what it seemed, Love just wasn't enough.

I try to keep our memory vagueon the chance that I’ll find better days.how can something so resplendentspoil everything that comes after? what once made me so happynow leaves me cold and numbi

All these things going through my headCannot understandWhats being saidCannot understandWhat im going throughIts not like you careI mean nothing to youThis world is my sworn enemyIt and its

Here I sit and write this poemThinking of all I love and all I hateThoughts of suicide thinking its my fate I think of all the times I used to laughAnd now I wish I'd just dieHow did so much mise

I need paina knife against my wrist is not enoughwell it's pain, but i need stronger painPain that will make me screamI need to see bloodto smell and taste itI need the feeling of my blood dr