Suicide

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Gothic Poetry — Sat, 26 Dec 2015 01:55:12 +0000

While rain patters upon the stone roof

And the winds outside the windows howl

At the depths of my life's spiraling stairwell

I slowly rest my head upon the barrel

The candles are flickering and dying

As lightning cracks through the sky

For upon my back are raven wings

Preparing me for my flight

The gun is loaded with two clicks asound

Soon I shall knock upon death's door

For it is liberation I will find

As my lifeless body falls to the floor

I drag the razor across my veins

And the blood starts to flow

My breaths are becoming heavier

I know my life's about to go

A black rose shall rest upon my grave

Dried and shorn

And all that shall read upon the stone will be:

"Look to me no more"

My heart is rotten black

From the sorrow I could not seize

Into its embrace I fell

Like a suffocated autumn leaf

This world is but an ocean of tears,

And from it, a tower has arisen

At its summit, my heart does hide

In solitude's corridors where it waits to die

The thunder shatters the silence

And the wind continues to whip and blow

The lightning illuminates my room

And I behold a hooded figure standing in the window

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Goodbye Robin Williams - Part II

Randy Johnson — Mon, 18 Aug 2014 23:15:29 +0000

People are still hurting because of the blow they've been dealt.
Sadly, you decided to end it all by hanging yourself with your belt.
You suffered from Bipolar Disorder and Depression, that wasn't a good combination.
People are very sorry that you died, your death has brought about devastation.
You starred in many movies, Popeye was your very first.
Your death was so horrible, to me it feels like a curse.
In 1991 when you starred in Hook, you portrayed Peter Pan.
Eight years later you starred as a robot in Bicentennial Man.
You entertained us when you portrayed Patch Adams and when you starred in House of D.
You also astounded us with your performances in MRS. Doubtfire and RV.
Your performances were unique and extraordinary.
They were outstanding, they sure weren't ordinary.
Everybody knows that your acting was a wonderful contribution to mankind.
It will be a long time before your wife, kids and fans can find peace of mind.

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Dedicated to Robin Williams (1951-2014) who died on August 11, 2014.

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Maybe You Would Still Be Here..
heathernicole7895 — Tue, 14 May 2013 14:45:56 +0000

I don't know what to do now that you're gone

so I go on living in misery...

just walking along

I'm all alone in the world

i have no one at all

Doing nothing but tremble

and maybe fall

I will okay eventually

at least that is what i hope

maybe one day

i might learn to cope

with losing you

my best friend

i remember when you said till the end

I remember my promise

to be strong

but im not sure

how much longer i can carry on

I miss you more everyday

especially late at night

i just wish i could hear your voice

i wish you were in my sight

I know you're happier

and not in any pain

but down here it's different

it's just something i can't explain

If only i was there for you then

that night you made the world cry

maybe it would've been better

maybe you didn't have to die...</3

Behind The Poem:

Izaiah Kaine Breeden was 13 years old, he was being buillied and couldn't cry out for help....he couldn't handle the harsh words and he took his own life on May 7, 2013..he is missed by many..and he will forever be in my heart..he was my best friend...we did almost everything together..i wish i could've saved him..just like he saved me..

Rest In Paradise My Sweet Angel.....I love you <3

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Rest In Paradise Sweet Angel...

heathernicole7895 — Mon, 13 May 2013 14:43:02 +0000

We were so close

Yet so far apart

no matter what happened

you're always in my heart

not a day goes by

that i don't see your face

what i wouldn't give

to be in your embrace

We talked all the time

but i guess i didn't hear your cry

you reached out for me

i let you down, so now you fly

I'm sorry i didn't help you

I didn't realize you were in so much pain

But no matter what you might think now

I will always love you, Kaine!!!

Behind The Poem:

My best friend just killed himself because he was being bullied and couldn't handle it anymore.....Words hurt more just as much as actions...and bullying can make somebody do something that you wouldn't think could happen...my best friend is now in heaven because of bullying..end it now..you can make a change</3

RIP Sweet Ange..

You're Gone, But Never Forgotten<33

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The Final Countdown

HauntingThoughts — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 16:50:46 +0000

Two years.

Just two years until

I can watch my life pass me by.

I have witnessed the sky turn from

Blue to pink to red to black,

Countless times,

But this would be my last.

Two years,

In just two years I will watch the plane above me

Melt into Nothingness,

And it would remind me of my lifetime

Of Emptiness.

I will force life and death into fine proximity,

I will stare at the simplicity

Of the string attached to my chest,

Rocking from side to side to side,

Unable to make up its mind.

A single string is all the stranger will give me.

And he will trust me to pull in correct timing.

“What fools”, I would think,

“What complete fools.”

I would chuckle and fall down, down, down

And the sky would disappear before my eyes—

Far before I would be willing to let go of the mesmerizing site.

“One more day—I need the

Black and red and pink and blue for just one more day,”

But it would be too late.

I would reach for the, now still, string, but

I would hear the screams

Of the people scurrying below me—

Too vivid, too close—I wouldn’t make it, I had lost all hope.

I wouldn’t feel the harsh embrace of the pavement,

Or the numbness of my limbs.

I wouldn’t experience unnecessary scrutiny,

Or fake concerns.

I have played the scene in my mind

So many times,

That it was as if I had already

Died a thousand times.

Then I would wake, and the bright white light

Would distort my sight

And clouds, so close to my touch,

Would be no longer in my view.

I would hear

The begging, the crying, the screaming

Of the people who were once close to me.

And I would think to myself, “I’m a fool, what a fool,

I’m a fool, what a fool…”

And when I’d reawaken,

They would lead me down a path,

To seek greater aid.

And on the way up, up, up,

I would feel myself falling down, down, down—

I would look at my arms,

Tightly fastened to a chair,

And ask myself, “How did it get this far?”

With a simple gesture towards my chest, his

Judgment would begin.

It would take a lifetime for me to explain

All the reasons why I wanted to die,

Beautifully.

Behind The Poem:

Skydiving has always been a dream of mine. But so has death. I am 16 and in two years I will leagally be able to sky dive, however, I worry about it. I have to avoid things that can lead to easy death, because if I'm in a circumstance that makes me choose between life and death, I would choose death. And I don't want to do that to my family. I wrote this poem in a state of despair. I've come to realize that poetry is a kind of therapy for me. The more I write, the better I feel. Please feel free to tell me what I need to fix!

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Why Suicide?

Adele W — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 10:21:39 +0000

What makes our youth want to commit suicide?

What really resides in their mind?

That stays on rewind,

Driving them to commit the worst crime,

Of ending all what they never knew would be ~ at the drop of a dime,

Leaving those who loved them behind,

To exit this world before their time,

Going out like those two teens from Columbine,

Seems like the prescriptions they are assigned,

Makes their depression worsen ~ as their spirits decline,

While they may act like they are all well and fine,

They’re getting tortured, teased and undermined,

Running waterfalls into lakes,

From the body-aches,

Of the daily bullying and badgering they undertake,

Along with the peer pressure,

Which has opposed them to subdue to fatal measures?

Fore they’ve had enough,

Couldn’t take it any longer,

It was too tough,

For them to be stronger,

We can only miss the ones, who are gone,

But keep tight bonds with those here in need to correspond,

Giving them the love and attention that they need,

To feed their strength ~

So they can repeal ALL ORDEALS!!!!!

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My inner void (translated to English my original is in Dutch)

Shadowpain — Sun, 26 Aug 2012 09:40:14 +0000

I continue crawling in the dust of excistence....

Like a puny maggot, i follow my monotone path....

Ik keep going.... and force all the pain on myself...

Because i don't feel anymore.... I am emptied like a pack of smokes..

Slowly growing after years of agony.... my pain vanished....

And now there is nothing else... than a cold void...

Hidden behind the mask of the jester...

Is a dead and cold heart....

No passion nor emotional ties...

As each relation crumbles to sand...

The burden that manifested itself as a rock on my shoulders... now gone...

Because i simply refuse to carry it.... I don't need this stone to build my future shelter.....

I possess dust and dust i shalt remain...

Never will i crawl out of this hole...

Never will i smell flowers...

One day I will perish alone and forgotten

One day i will carve a smile on my face.. from ear to ear...

Every single night, same hour... 3 am

I think of black taboo

Suicide, cries of despair... mutilation and manhunt...

If a soul could scream, all windows around me would break....

Every day again I am confronted with the void, a starring contest...

It tells me i'm alone...

For each and every single moment of my life....

And even after everything

I keep smiling

Because i feel nothing

Eternally paralysed...

Attached to nothing....

How the black seed sprouts and grows

In a nutrient coil of depression...

And after that

an inner void....

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Breath

Shadowpain — Wed, 04 Jul 2012 00:55:07 +0000

Breath

I can’t continue…

Something is blocking my path, a hand around my throat, a firm grip that cuts my air away from me…

Your words like daggers, piercing my heart..

Nothing else but blood to warm my heart

Passion that doused like a dying star…

Pushed under the watery surface, gasping for oxygen..

Lungs fill with water and I swell…

In the sweetness that death brings with him..

I feel a blanket fall on me, a blanket of warmth

Cooled by a sigh of ice….

I breathe… and die…

I breathe in a new mentality

I exhale poison

Yet I swallow only water

Because I breathe too much

Because I’m different from them

So unlike them

Not seen as a human but as a plague

I breathe yet I suffocate

Words like daggers cutting my throat, your firm fingers

Severed vocal cords that vomit the silenced squirms for help

Like a guitar that gets castrated from its snares…

A silent utter for help upon the ears of a deaf mass

And I’m not breathing.. just like them…

And my last breath… is now taken

There is no hope for us

It’s better to stop breathing

And sleep forver

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You took you...and you took me.

OneLastGoodbye — Tue, 29 May 2012 21:42:15 +0000

These words wont be enough to revive the dead

Or even enough to get you out of my head

But these words were written on just another lonely night

When I sat listening to the rain and thinking of suicide

I couldn't put enough emotion into this if I tried

No words can even begin to describe

The way I felt for you was like nothing before

You helped my recreate my own world

I hate to know I could have saved you but I did not

No matter how many times I cried or how many battles I fought

I wasn't enough to keep you alive

Maybe that's why you chose to die

The day of your funeral was the day of my death

I'm still walking and breathing but living isn't the ability to take a breath

Your hand is holding that rose still as the worms eat you away

I sit here thinking of you for another day

If I could go back and stop you, made sure it didn't happen that night

For that I would give my whole life

But now I've found that down here in the dark

Is the only place I can go to spill my heart

They look at me and say I'm worthless and insane..

But when you died....you took me just the same

...

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Raiyne

Beautifully Broken — Tue, 29 May 2012 18:17:15 +0000

I miss Raiyne, it was soo much easier with her here. She'd still be here if it wasn't for me. she told me so many times she was going to kill herself, but I didn't stop her. What kind of friend am I? What am I? NOTHING worth keeping.. Nothing good AT ALL. Raiyne was always there to help me with any and everything. Then she goes and does this. She did everything to make sure she died. The scene was the most grusime thing I have ever seen in my life. Worse than a terrible car wreck happening right before your eyes. She was a wreck, but she hid it so well. You would have never been able to tell that she wasn't sleeping, she wasn't eatting b/c she would eat infront of you nut when she went to the bathroom she was throwing up all she had ate up, her cuts were covered with braclets, long sleeves, and make-up. She wanted to die no matter what it took. Do you know how she killed herself?? she hadn't been taking her pills, bipolar, anit-depressants, anxiety, and high blood preasure she waited until it was time for her to get her refills. after she picked up ALL of her refills she had 2 bottles full of each. She took every pill with alcohol(vodka and southern Comfort). With bottles surrounding her small body, she picked up razor blades. she had cuts up and down her arms, legs, and stomach. She did this with 5 razor blades. she left each stuck into her flesh . So deep that i fyou would have picked her arm up and turned it over (sp the balde was hanging upside down) it would not have fallen out or even moved it would have stayed in place. She then took a knife and stabbed her arm. It went through and through, you could see it sticking through the other side of her amr. There was so so so much blood. Sh ewas dead on the couch WE used sit on, the couch WE used to play video games on, the couch WE watch movies on, the couch WE laughed 100 times on, the couch WE cried 1,000 tears on, the couch WE jumped 0on, the couch WE spilt our drinks on. That was OUR couch. WE picked it out together at 3:00AM. So many memories were made on that couch, now its in a dump somewhere, never to be seen again.

She through her life away, seh's dead, she's gone, she's never coming back. I'm the onw who didn't stop her. I should have seen how serious she was in her eyes when she told me for 2 months everytime I saw her "I'm going to kill myself Kinzie," and I would always say whatever don;t play like that its not funny. Then I get that DAMN pho9ne call. All I could do was freeze i couldn't move, I didn't want to, I just dropped the phone and dropped to the ground in the middle on my room and cried. Her mom sent me a copy of her suicide note, the last words she wrote, that DAMN suicide letter.I saved it on my flash drive i typed out every pain filled word and saved it so that i would always it. the letter with her handwriting with her last words along with every pisture, every stuffed toy that i had of hers or that she gave me as a gift went up in flames! why did she mention me so much, write about me so much in that long, long letter? her mom said it was because I was her only true freind and the only one worth mentioning. What about her sister.. why didn't she say anything about or to her sister? Why did she mention me in that suicide note? I memorized that whole letter. The first thing she wrote about me was " My dear beautifuly Kinzie, I will miss you the most. I want you to know that this wasn't your fault. I will be your ghost, and follow you to make sure nothing yhappens to you. to make sure you don't make the same mistakes I did. I refuse to cross over to either side heavan or hell without you. Rmember our promise if you're in hell I'm in hell if you're in heavan I'm in heaven" Why would she want to be doomed to eternity with me? And risk never being able to cross over just to watch over me?" She was an athiest just like I am why would she mention heaven or hell? Yes, we had a promise, but our promise was that when we died we would roam the Earth together , but if she wants to go to 'heaven' or 'hell' or pretend there is then I will. I'll do anything for her! I wish I could have died in her palce, that I could suffer instead of her suffering, I would have suffered so, so, so painfully if it ment being able to hug her today! She didn't deserve that, yes she made mistakes, some larger than others, but we are only human mistakes are ment to be made so we can learn from them.

And I know she regreted nothing. She always said "Never regretanything you've done because at that time it was exactly what you wanted to do." Although right now she maybe regreting suicide. Bur, only a few months ago I leanred that she was raped by my abusive ex boyfriend and was pregnant with his baby when she did this. I still hope that she really is watching over me, I know I would have done the same, I miss you Raiyne Taylor-May Wesley ( yes thats where i got the middle name) I love you and although i may not be able to see you ypu are always in my heart and I will never forget you. I can't wait to see you some day. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when he did that but I had no idea or I would have killed him for you.

Behind The Poem:

My best friend commited suicide and this is what was going through my mind when i foudn something of hers.

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Cuts On Christmas

Jmlp — Wed, 23 May 2012 05:06:31 +0000

Cant they see us, the weak the dieing

They all look away denying

I given up on everything

As this knife slices happiness it shall bring

Blood,Tears,Anger,Joy

I sit in this corner as a little boy

Others yell at me "you could have died"

I think thats why i tried

I was wanting to die to kill

Its my blood that i wanted to spill

Are you happy now

Now that im chopped up like puppy chow

Scars wont heal,Blood wont stop flowing

I see outside that its snowing

Good i didnt want to see another day

Im happier this way

With a razor sticking out of my arm

Hey mom look at how much i can harm

I guess i finally did something right

When i cut my wrist on that winter night

My body falls to the floor

An you find me with a smile that you cant ignore

Blood seeping

As my mom an dad are sleeping

The present isnt under the tree

Its in my bed an its me

Happy Fucking Christmas MoM an DaD

Look at your fucked up boy an i hope you are glad

Behind The Poem:

Idk i just like writeing depressing things cause it kinda makes me happy

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Falling

Jmlp — Tue, 22 May 2012 20:08:10 +0000

Im falling

Im not even stalling

I know im gonna die

So lets not even lie

Traveling through this world for a girl

Who i care for a lot makes my world such a whirl

Im now falling past jupiter

But still all i can think about is her

Going closer to the sun

Cause i know for sure she might be the one

I smile when i see her face

As i fall in a staggering pace

I feel so carefree

When this certain girl talks to me

Happiness surrounds me cause im happy today

I really care for you thats what i must say

Spin back to reality falling to the ground

Suicide is your plan an a crunch is your only sound

Goodbye dreamer of hope

You fell to the ground like a dope

The girl lied to you again just a bite in the rump

So he decided it was time to fall an time to jump

Girl was overly sad at his grave

As she stood up an said. "i could have been able to save"

Tears fall to the ground

For the man falling made only one sound

Behind The Poem:

Idk why i wrote this one...i love twist endings

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Covered In Blood Baby

Jmlp — Sat, 19 May 2012 19:42:15 +0000

This woman of 18 years old

She is strong an she is bold

A child of one year

Shall start to cry as he shall hear

The body falling to the ground

Child covered in blood when he is found

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IDK

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The Sad Man Cries No More

Jmlp — Wed, 16 May 2012 06:28:36 +0000

Theres a sad man here

Sitting an sipping on water so clear

A slient smile comes across his mind

Cause as he looks down he will surely find

The pills that are so strong

The pills that undo all wrong

The man shall fall to the ground

An his pills spill out createing such an colision of sound

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IDK

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Forgive Me

AmberLynn6994 — Tue, 15 May 2012 17:57:08 +0000

It was only a matter of time,

A line to be crossed,

A heart to be broken,

A life to be ended.

Such is the world we live in,

A vicious cycle,

A spiraling nothingness

Like a black hole

Sucking us all into the dark.

Such is what she feels;

He crossed that line,

He held someone else.

It left her alone and broken

So she has a final solution,

An end to the pain,

A way to stop feeling.

And as drops of blood fall

Life slips away

She thinks to herself quietly

With her last breath,

“Please forgive me.”

Behind The Poem:

This poem was about a girl whose boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. This girl decided to slit her throat and end her life, and is praying her family, friends, and boyfriend will forgive her.

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