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Sometimes the only way to stop hurting is to stop breathing.

Girl Forever Gone

© Angie Flores
Her face is puffy and red, while painful tears stream down her sad face.
She cries out loudly, hoping someone will hear her silent screams.
So many voices going through her head,
telling her how better she would feel if she were dead.
She places her shaking hands over her ears, trying not to listen.
She yells out once again for help, yet no one comes to her rescue.
She then remains sitting there on her cold bathroom floor, while the clock ticks by.
Her body begins to shake uncontrollably, unable to stop it all.
Starting to realize that no one cares, feeling so alone and helpless.
She finally comes to the decision that there is only one thing left to do.
She brings her shaking hands together, closes her eyes and prays.
She speaks to god one last time and tells him this:

"Lord, I'm so tired and the pain inside doesn't want to go away.
I can no longer shed anymore tears, for my eyes hurt me really bad.
The voices in my head don't want to go away.
My heart aches so bad that it's become too unbearable for me.
No one loves me, no one cares, no one wants me, and no one can help me now.
I tried being the good girl everyone wanted, but it wasn't good enough.
All I wanted was for someone to love me God.
Was I asking too much?
I'm so sorry God but I have to end my suffering the only way I know how.
Please forgive me God for what I'm about to do."

She opens her eyes for the last time, and quickly grabs for the razor blade.
She forces the sharp blade against her wrist.
She starts slitting her veins, deeper and deeper into her flesh.
The dark blood pours out more and more onto the floor all over.
Feeling weaker and weaker, becoming more and more unconscious by the seconds,
the blade drops from her hand onto that cold floor, her final resting place.
Her cold body now collapses to the floor and she slowly begins to feel the pain fade away along with her soul, finally falling into an endless sleep.
She lays there dead, yet free of pain.
It is now quiet, no screams, no tears, no suffering, just utter silence.

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Published: Aug 2008

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  • This poem makes me feel like I'm not the only one in the world with a life that is to unbearable...The only reason I stay around is so I could find out or not it was worth it for me to be here...
    My story is nothing like this one but my life feels so hard so painful, unloved. My dad left when I was 5. I always felt like he never loved me. I always cried over him and wanted to know if he did love me then why did he leave?!

    Michelle M. Submitted Aug 2008
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  • This makes me feel not alone. It hurts to know that I even think about it .I have deal with being depressed all the time I just want a good friend to be there so I can tell them and get my feelings out I want to talk to someone that is there and that is willing to listen to what I have been through and will care…

    Aby Submitted Mar 2009
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  • You took the words right out of my mouth. I just want to leave because nobody wants me anymore.

    Lona Submitted Apr 2009
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  • You guys aren't alone. I don't know what you have gone through, but nothing in life is so bad that you have to end it. God placed you on the earth for a reason, you're here for something. Don't give up.

    anna b. Submitted Aug 2009
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  • I am only 12. Until I came upon this site, I never realized just how many people have had so much horror in their lives. And it breaks my heart…

    Beth Submitted Sep 2009
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  • I am so glad that I'm not the only one who feels like that, It was like you read my mind or something, I almost ended my life cause I couldn't stand the drama, and I'm only 13, I started to feel like everything bad that happened was my fault, I still cry almost every night, but anyways, I think this poem says everything to how people feel.

    Danielle Submitted Sep 2009
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  • I lost 6 of my cousins to suicide in the last two years, all gone without answers or a final goodbye, please everyone know that there is always another way to go about an obstacles in your life, I know that it never gets easy, and I have attempted suicide twice now, both stopped by cops.
    but now I see that its DEFINITELY not the way to go, and I realllly hope that people understand, sometimes your story can help people go on.
    I know that I'm here to live my life, and ignore all the people telling me that its useless, a life is never useless, and if you have option to live, never throw that away, its hard on the family friends community,

    Tiahni Meredith Submitted Sep 2009
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  • I know exactly how you feel, this poem sums it all up for me.

    Shannon OHare Submitted Oct 2009
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  • That is how I feel. I'm sorry you feel that way. My heart goes out to you and every person who feels like this. I never realized how many people feel like that. I thought I was the only person who hurt herself. I'm only 15 and I still have my whole life. Great poem! Xxxoooxxx

    Kayle Johnson Submitted Nov 2009
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  • this is soo sad...but I know how you feel cuz I've thought about it sooo many times..it actually brought tears to my eyes...!!!

    Sierra, Perry County Ohio Submitted Feb 2010
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  • There are many people who have had their life taken away unfairly and unfortunately who would give anything to still be alive, because just breathing is joy and who I know would of gave anything to still be in the life of all who care for them. You realize all of this when you loose someone you love, and you also realize how important their life was to yours. You realize how good we've had it until then and how everything is never the same. I just have to say don't worry about who loves you, God is always near, God is all you need because this is not the end. I have lost a best friend and 2 babies: they didn't make it. This was and has been hell. I have felt the way this girl feels but I keep on going because I know god has laid out a plan for us in the long run. Live your life, don't let anyone live it for you.... or not live one at all: God gave you the chance to survive, and place a step on this earth..

    Neidy Submitted Mar 2010
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  • You should consider becoming an author.. your very talented in writing.. I could really see your poem playing in my head and it interested me. And your poem was very good and sad.

    Stephanie Submitted Sep 2010
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  • I've thought about suicide since I was 5 years old and my grandfather died. He was everything to me. as I grew up I thought of suicide all the time but yet I had a nice life. I don't know why I feel this way. I do however always find some reason to live when I feel this way. Really the only reason I am still alive is because my Bible says I will go to Hell if I take my own life. I'm 42 now and I have lived through Hell here on earth. I have a lot to live for and it doesn't stop the thoughts but I would never do it because there are to many people waiting on me in Heaven. I know there are people waiting for all of you to. so please do what I do and find that reason to live each day.

    Shelly Submitted Oct 2010
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  • I just wish I could tell people how I feel but they will think I'm crazy. I have too much stress bottled up inside of me...and the only way I let it out is by writing my feelings in a journal, and keep it safe. This simple poem can tell a story about most people, like me and all of you! We have a lot in common, but are also complete strangers to one other. We just have to keep our head up and move on from all the pain we feel…

    Brooke Johnson Submitted Oct 2010
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  • I know how this feels...after watching my big brother lay dead on my bedroom floor from his aneurism, I seldom feel happy, and everyday for the last seven years my mind has circled back to those last hours; not just the last of his life, but the last of mine as well. I'm in college now and I can barely focus on my work. It really hurts sometimes, thinking about all the times he would kick the crap out of anyone who picked on me. I remember his nickname for me: cry baby. It's really sad; since that day, nothing can make me cry anymore and it hurts; I just wanna break down and cry sometimes, but I just can't. Sometimes it feels like suicide is the only option, but I would never put my family through that kind of grief again. I can't get too close to anyone because I am afraid of losing control of myself...I am afraid to be with anyone; it is a lot better to live life in mediocrity than it is to have all of life's pleasures swept from beneath your feet, at least that's just my opinion

    Charles, Toronto Submitted Nov 2010
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  • I'm 11 now but I have tried to kill myself because I was raped so many time so I tried to hang myself the rope broke I tried to cut myself an I wouldn't die but I'm much better now but that feeling is still inside of me this poem is actually how I felt

    Maya Submitted Dec 2010
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  • My mother took her own life just as the story is read, on her bathroom floor she cut her wrist. I cried when I read this the pain is just too much to cope with at times. How does someone get past the pain ? R.I.P mommy I love you 11-15-2010

    Tammi Submitted Dec 2010
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  • I'm 14 years old I've been trough a lot in my life. And as I read this poem it brought me to tears because so many times I felt that no one cares for me an I wanted to kill myself count less times. I'm going through a depression state right now an when I read this poem it really struck a nerve and I just wanted to say you really did a great job on this poem I love it

    Gabriella Submitted Jan 2011
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  • I have been putting up with suicide thoughts constantly and one day I wrote my sad goodbye this poem inspired me not want to die as much

    Melissa, Winamac IN Submitted Jan 2011
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  • My younger sister committed suicide on May 3, 2010. She overdosed on prescription drugs that she had at the house. She left her 3 beautiful kids without a mom. She had been depressed and sick for years...with no help from all the doctors she saw. The father of her 3 children is useless and doesn't have anything to do with them. They have lived with me, my husband, and 2 daughters since the night it happened. I know what she went through in her life....pain, sadness, despair....but I never thought she would do this. I as an adult can't fathom or totally understand ....how do you explain it to her children? They are hurt...mad....sad....confused....it's really hard. this poem really makes me think about what she must have been thinking at those last few moments....

    Susan Colton Submitted Feb 2011
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  • I feel really close to this poem. I wonder why am I alive why have I been put through the stuff I've been through? I just want a way out. I want somebody to love me and be there to rescue me when I fall, to be there to wipe my tears when I cry. I WANT TO DIE!!!!!!!!! help me ............ Please

    Ashley, Fl Submitted Feb 2011
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  • I love this poem, it is so beautiful it makes me feel like I'm not alone in my pain and tells me not to end it even though I'm in pain emotionally

    Demi, Washington Submitted Feb 2011
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  • great vivid details
    very well written
    you have a very good imagery
    I must say I feel the same...no one is really interested in what I have to say. they just nod their heads and walk away...as if I had said something odd if it were just a question.
    writing seems to be the only thing that gets peoples attention. and well...you have captured mine
    keep writing...because now others such as me do not feel so alone...[:

    Madisyn Submitted Mar 2011
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  • Out of pure curiosity I cam to this site and began to read these poems. It all gets better
    ps. gotta stop being so curious about things

    Jonathan, San Antonio Tx Submitted Mar 2011
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  • I was only 13 when dad left. He left when I was at camp and I didn't even get to say goodbye. I hate him with all my heart but deep down inside is me hiding the fact that I still love my dad and miss him. He left for some other woman and her family and I just feel like I wasn't good enough so he left me. Me and dad were really close cause my other sisters are girly. For the first year of him being left I cried pretty much all the time but always by myself. One time I couldn't take it anymore and burst into tears at a shopping centre more than a year has passed since he left. Trust me the feeling goes away. Don't commit the unthinkable

    Misty, NSW Submitted Apr 2011
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  • Along with most ya'll, I have suffered from severe depression,& a constant obsession with death. Ever since I was 4 years old, I have fantasized, dreamt, and attempted suicide. Death intrigues me. It's the unknown and I ask, why strive for money and fortune if I think I won't be happy even if I am successful? Idk. But I luckily have an awesome teacher that is becoming a psychologist and she's helping me. It's like taking a big fat ball of yarn (problems, where the pain is coming from) and slowly unwrapping it. Crying about why you hurt and why you are in pain is good. We take it out on ourselves, when we shouldn't blame ourselves and shouldn't express shame by committing self harm. I suffer every single day. I'm gonna try meds- Sometimes exercising is a good way to release all the tension. I know it feels hopeless, as we are all on this website. We'll find death, its inevitable, so lets just live a crazy life until death finds us instead of chasing it.

    La Arizona Submitted Apr 2011
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  • Hi I'm 16. and this is just my opinion, but to me, suicide is just a cowardly way to go. life is not something to take for granted. everyone has problems. there are some problems that are greater than most, but life is a very precious thing, and not something to waste. I have been depressed for a long time, but with the help of my friends and family, I got over it. I realized that I am loved and cared for. Please if anyone of you is thinking about suicide, please remember that is it not the answer. Life will get better although it may not seem like it at the moment.

    April, Georgia Submitted Jun 2011
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  • Everyday I get a new piece of bad news its like a river that flows back into itself never stopping or taking a break. Everyday is worse than the last. I tried to remember the last good day I have had and I can't remember one even my wedding and honeymoon was sad and depressing. I don't know what to do. I have no one to talk to. This poem hits home for me I am surrounded by a lot of people and I can hear myself screaming for help some sort of break and no one hears me. I can't tell my dad or grandma or husband how I feel they will just think I am selfish and insane. I want to end it all but I fear hurting my family. I am tired of all the pain in my life I would rather feel nothing than this. I don't know if I can wait till all my family passes away to end it. I don't know what to do.
    (Screaming for help)

    Kristina, California Submitted Oct 2011
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  • I do feel this way like no one loves me. Sometimes voices in my head do come saying do it, cut yourself, do whatever just kill yourself but I shake them out. After reading this I know how she feels.

    Hannah, New York Submitted Jan 2012
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  • I read this poem while looking for one that I can relate to and when I came across this one and read through the whole thing I thought about my friend. She was a beautiful 16 year old girl with hopes and dreams like everyone else until she got to a place in her life where everyone looked down on her and all she could do anymore was cry. She finally came to me and told me how she was feeling and said she wanted to die. I told her that she shouldn't worry about what everyone else thinks because it only matters what you think of yourself. I told her to rethink her decision and she said she would. That night I got a call from her mother who told me that she had slit her throat, but before she did wrote a letter that said "thank you Rebekah for being a good friend. I know that when you read this my life has come to an end and I'm sorry about what I did." I've missed her everyday since then and I still have that letter.

    Rebekah Meeks, School Library Submitted Mar 2012
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  • I was just looking for poems that I could seriously relate to, and this was the one. Just like the girl in the poem I have heard voices in my head telling me to off myself ever since my best friend killed himself last year. He would all ways be really kind and when people made fun of me, because they always did he ways there to tell me that those people were messed up and that I am beautiful and everything like that. Not knowing that he had suicidal thoughts of his own he killed himself.... I have tried to kill myself 6 times since then because no one really cares any more.

    Maggie Whalen, North Carolina Submitted 7/6/2012
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  • I just sit and I begin to thank God for my life not because of I don't have terrible moments when nothing make sense or I don't feel minute like an ant
    but because I don't need someone to love me deep but I have got GOD, I pray everyone gets introduce to him and come to know him deeply cos he will love you like no one can, understand you and help you when everyone thinks you are a failure. he has a good plan for our lives suicide steals that plan from you, GOD LOVES AND HEALS ALL SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS
    just accept him into your heart he will be there for you
    just don't give up yet please!!!

    Cynth,Nigeria Submitted 7/17/2012
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  • This poem describes me perfectly. It makes me realize that there are others out in the world suffering like me. I always debate whether I should just quit. But I am determined. I must be strong.. Must .. Be... Strong...
    Yet it is so difficult.

    Ht Submitted 9/28/2012
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  • I don't think my life will ever be the same. Woke up 14 months ago in excruciating pain in my face and mouth. Dr's do not have answers. So I am forced to live on pain meds that really don't help all that much. Every day is torture. It has not only changed my life, it has taken any and all enjoyment from my life. All I do is sleep and cry. Not to mention I no longer have a job so I am trying to find one so that I can care for my son and keep a roof over my head. Now my mother is having money issues and she wants money and I am torn between what I should do. It's really a long story. I am in so much pain and because of it my friends and family have all turned their backs on me because they just can't deal with me anymore. I pray constantly but I don't think God hears me. I don't know how much more I can do.

    Florida Submitted 1/11/2013
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