Suicide Poems
Lost
by Dorothy Eleanor
In the dead of the night there is a cry of pain.
One child loses innocence and a soul commits to flames.
No help hears this call and thus none arrives,
They are left to the darkness with tears in their eyes.
Again and again this same scene will replay,
The child holds a secret they will take to the grave.
They gather their heart now shattered in two,
Trying to suppress the memories is the best they can do.
As the years drag slowly by, they lose their grip;
The memories slip back in and they begin to unzip.
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An Almost Made Up Poem
by Charles Bukowski
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it' all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I' not jealous
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To My Suicidal Thoughts
by Naomi Lumba
It's society's fault I feel this way
that I'm ashamed to be me
that I don't feel that I deserve another day
making me fall in love with blades,
knives, pills my body doesn't need,
illegal drugs I get to inhale, smoke
and even inject into my body.
I am a hurting artist
and my body is my canvas
and with swift strokes of joyful pain
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Frozen soul
by Joshua Thomas
Down the drain, the blood flows,
Thick like a winter storm, it clogs like the pieces that are missing in my heart
as it fades in out from blackness back to light as my life force slowly leaves me
mesmerized in shock that this is what reality has come to
A blood-soaked ice bath and all the humanly regrets that I wish would flow like my blood down a drain and unclog my mind from this disease that I call my brain.
My Negative Thoughts
by Naomi Lumba
To you, I have always been loyal
I answered your every call
I stayed up late listening to the sound of your voice
I listened to you tell me who you wanted me to be
I listened to you tell me what to do to reach your standard of perfect for me
I let you caress me when I felt lonely
I let you fill me with yourself on days I was empty
And on days when I was full;
Full of joy, and happiness, and light, and life, I let you empty me
I let you pierce holes into my soul and my heart
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bouquet of white flowers
by Ella Sophia
i never received flowers
there was none
, not even the color i like
no yellow , no pink , no purple
i never received flowers
only when i was buried
mind buried alive
body deep down at sea
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51. Masked
by Kea Campbell
Every morning, I leave no trace,
And you'd never see past the smile on my face.
You might have asked, and I might have lied,
Truthfully, these are the marks of an angel longing her return to the sky.
Every evening, I argue with the mirror,
Wondering if I should shower right after dinner.
The glass of water in my room becomes all too tempting,
And now I'm caught in a vicious cycle, addicted to feeling empty.
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19. War Is(n't) Over
by Kea Campbell
I'm proud of you for winning your silent battles,
The toughest decisions that you keep from prattle.
Clap for every single day you refrain from incisions,
Clap for every single time you say 'no' to addictions.
Whatever it is, you deserve the recognition,
The choice to get up, keep going, fulfilling envisions.
I'm proud of me for still holding the towel,
I never threw it in, instead, in I put dowels.
I wouldn't've made it to today if it weren't for my friends,
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15. Baptism Sentiment By The Confined
by Kea Campbell
It comes in waves, yet all waves stay.
No currents in this tub, her worries astray.
Swimming in thoughts and welcoming prayers.
Sitting chest-high, surrounded by raisers.
Eternality fine-printed, and she signed His waiver.
She grants her last breath, and submits to her Savior.
Plunged for five seconds, but too short and partitioned.
Immersed a bit longer, ‘cause six’s too wicked.
Seven is His, and now she’s forgiven.
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14. Did I really deserve this?
by Kea Campbell
Did I really deserve this?
You said that I was worth it.
You’re calling begging three steps from the ledge.
Reached out and tried to talk to me,
But I said, “I know that I’m not perfect. I know we don’t deserve this.”
I thought we agreed we’re unfit; fit to be ‘not meant to be’.
You took one step.
I know that you’re not perfect,
But this just isn’t working out to be what we thought could’ve been.
I cut you off and you took two more steps.
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