Suicide Poems

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Learning from My Past

As the days pass slowly
And the weeks creep by
I find myself obsessing
About ways that I could die.

I lay awake at night
Thinking of my pain.
There's no way it can get better;
I have nothing left to gain.

Suddenly thoughts of death
Are controlling my every move,
And every battle with my mind
I always seem to lose.

I no longer want to be around
The people that I love
All that I can think about
Is what's waiting up above.

I cut my arms with razor blades
To dull the pain inside,
But that can only last so long;
I don't want to be alive.

I manage to keep my composure
When people are around.
They wouldn't understand me
So I don't make a sound.

I smile when I have to.
I break down when I don't.
I know I should be strong,
But I also know I won't

So I make a plan to take some pills.
It shouldn't take too long.
I write out notes to all my friends
To read when I am gone.

I ask my mom to understand
That life is just too hard.
My mind can't fight it anymore;
My heart is far too scarred.

I plan it out so perfectly
I even set the date.
I'm pretty sure I'm ready;
I know this is my fate.

My bed is made up neatly
As I take them one by one.
I start to feel a little scared;
I know I'm almost done.

All that I can think about
Is how I'm letting go,
And how much I love my family.
I really hope they know.

My eyes are getting heavy.
My body feels so weak.
Everything inside is numb.
That's the way it has to be.

I'm glad that Mom's not here right now
To watch me slowly die,
But still I wish that I could say,
"I love you and good-bye."

I give in to the darkness.
I slowly slip away.
I hope I go to heaven
Where dark night turns to day.

I wake up in confusion
I don't know where I am.
Is this heaven, or is it hell,
The land of the eternally damned?

There are people all around
Although I can barely see,
I can hear the soothing voices
Of people dear to me.

My family and friends are here
Comforting one another.
I can hardly make out any words
Until I hear my mother.

Each tear she cries feels like a knife
Stabbing at my soul.
I let my pain and suffering
Blind me from my goal.

At one point I was determined
To make it through this test,
To lead a life of fulfillment
And to do my very best.

But I somehow lost all sight of that.
I hope she can forgive.
I promise not to waste
My second chance to live.

I sit up in my hospital bed
Tears streaming down my cheeks.
My mother rushes over crying
Like she hasn't seen me in weeks.

I tell her I'm sorry
For causing her so much strife.
I tell her that I will succeed
In leading a better life.

Together we figured out a way
For me to get some help.
I know now that I can go to her
Instead of doing it by myself.

I know that it's not over yet;
It's a long road up ahead,
But I appreciate the little things
Because I could be dead.

I've learned to live each passing day
As if it were my last.
I look forward to the future
And I'm learning from my past.

--Rachael Bennett

I Am

I am a poet writing of my pain.
I am a person living a life of shame.
I am your daughter hiding my depression.
I am your sister making a good impression.
I am your friend acting like I'm fine.
I am a wisher wishing this life weren't mine.
I am a girl who thinks of suicide.
I am a teenager pushing her tears aside.
I am a student who doesn't have a clue.
I am the girl sitting next to you.
I am the one asking you to car.
I am your bestfriend hoping you'll be there.

--Krysteen Kernandez

Another Statistic

I don't want be another statistic
Some suicidal teen
Who makes a choice to kill herself
When the world just seems too mean.
She can't go on with life
Or so to her it seems
Reality has fallen short
And so have her many dreams.

I don't want to be another statistic
Some pregnant little girl
Who met this great guy
And then gave sex a whirl.
She was only fifteen
But it felt so right
She thought they'd be together
For more than just a night.

I'd don't want to be another statistic
Some kid strung out on crack
Who started at a party
And now he can't turn back.
First cigarettes and alcohol
Now meth, crack and cocaine
He's been smoking it so long
That now he's gone insane.

I don't want to be another statistic
Some girl left in the rain
Who was walking home from school
Then raped and left in pain.
She can't tell her parents
And it hurts to tell her friends
She doesn't know what she'll do
To make this nightmare end.

I don't want to be another statistic
Some kid out of school
Who dropped out really early
And was acting like a fool.
He thought that it was boring
He thought that it was dumb
He doesn't have an education
But lives on the streets like a bum.

I don't want to be another statistic
Some stereotypical teen
I'm gonna make a difference
I"I'll finish with my dream.
I won't end up pregnant
On drugs or even dead
I won't drop out of school
Because I'll use my head.

I don't want to be another statistic
To fit into some mold
Of what society thinks of kids today
Because it's getting kind of old.
Not all of us are bad
In fast most of us are good
When will the world see us
And give us credit like they should?

--Amanda Parmenter

Be Nice

There was a little girl,
Who didn't know what to do first.
The razors caused too much pain,
But life was much much worse.
The strength to push down harder,
Just wasn't really there.
She wasn't very sure,
But honestly didn't care.
She thought no-one would miss her,
Notice they would not.
But little to her knowledge,
She would never be forgot.
People were all amazed,
All her family could do is cry.
Everyone felt bad,
Her friends just wondered why.
Teachers were confused,
Her bullies all felt bad.
If they were only nicer,
Now they really wish they had.

--Joanna Sylvester

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