Suicide Poems

There’s nothing more important than your life! Suicide doesn’t make pain go away. You have many wonderful things yet to experience. Express yourself with suicide poems and soothe your pain.

Never Enough

Published by

e.b.g.scott

She cried in the mirror

As she pinched the fat on her ugly skin

And watched the one she loved walk away.

 

She cried into the  toilet bowel

As she regurgitated last night’s dinner

And watched the one she loved walk away.

 

She cried on the bathroom floor

As she dragged blades through her wrists

And watched the one she loved walk away.

 

So sick of never being good enough.

So sick of being alone.

 

She cries no longer

As she hangs by her neck

And watches the ones she once loved, from above.

Love is Death

Published by

laura ramirez

Love is a twisted faith only i would know

A suicidal feeling that only seems to grow

 

The pain inside makes me lose my mind

The one thing leading to my demise

 

How can something so beautiful, something so free

Can be the one thing killing me

 

Please, forgive me for my sorrow, forgive me for my pain

Your love is venom pumping threw my veins.

 

My Suicidal Letter

Published by

Noname29

I hate my life, period.
Tears would always stream down my face,
To always know that I’m a burden.
Everyone hated me so badly.
They even tell me to burn in hell.
What did I do wrong for them to hate me?
At the same time, why won’t you know?
I’m in so much pain and I’m hurt.
Family, friends, and relatives,
Just to let you know I’m going to die.
Yes, commit suicide in time now.
Please and sorry for everything I did,
Even though I did nothing wrong.
I’ve been harassed and abused all my life.
Nobody cares to say anything about my scars,
Where dried blood of scabs stay still.
No one says a thing of me being bullied,
Yet I’m glad to say that I’m innocent.
Everyone don’t even care when they see,
As tears would stream down my face.
Today and tonight I’m going to be gone.
So don’t even try to stop me.
If you even did try to stop me for me to live,
I won’t hesitate to say, “No.”
…..
What am I talking about anyway?
There are people out there dying of hungry,
Yet they still strive to live another day.
Compare to them in many ways now,
I’ve got food, water, shelter, and stuff,
To let me live another day again.
So why am I talking about dying in today’s world?
I’ve seen people who suffer more than me,
And yet they prove themselves better.
What am I really doing in today’s society?
I’m just alone, hated, and a burden,
But I see orphans doing their best better than me.
I’m lucky that I’m not a hobo out there in the world.
For a hobo will try to live one more day ahead.
Thinking about it for a second there,
Gosh, how stupid I am going to commit suicide!
One more try and one more hope,
I’ll try to live another day like them.
So if you read this letter of mine,
Sorry for you to see it.
This letter was supposed to be burn by now,
But since it’s into a poem,
I think I’ll keep it for memory and hope.
But beware I may know your secret:
That you read My Suicidal Letter.

Honesty

Published by

Jesse (Jenn)

My cuts are getting deeper

The blood is dripping down

My friends try to stop me

But I just don’t know how

Friends attempting suicide

If they go I go

So much is happening

My thoughts are sunken low

I miss the one who left

I can’t believe he’s gone

I want to go to him

I’m sure it won’t take long..

I’m tired of life

But scared of death

But as I watch the blood run

I gain courage

I can’t tell right from wrong

Nor up from down

Just because I’m smiling it doesn’t mean I’m happy

I try to cry for help through this poem

Who can help me?

Will someone try?

I don’t know what to do…

I want to end my life.

After all,

If I die today, who will even remember me tomorrow?

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