STOP Teen Suicide Poem

There was a time in my life where it seemed as if life, or God was playing a cruel game with me: my parents split up again, I gained an eating disorder which almost killed me, I broke up with a partner I had been with for a long time; and it began to make me feel pretty worthless; depression crept in and it soon lead to self harm. Some scars of my past just won't go away and I regret them every day. This poem is about how I felt at that time, and also to let teens know they are never alone.

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I'm 15 and have suffered from depression for two years in total, with a one year "break." I've been in that same position and I suggest getting professional help, if you have access to it....

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© Coran Darling

July 2011

Scarlet Tears

Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate, shout.

Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade, stays by my side,
Because all hope inside has died.

As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The devil toys, with all my flaws,
I'm helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.

I'm tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the Devil, in blood must I seal.

They'll say I died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a rope, a blade, or pills,
That broke my soul, and gave me chills.

I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.

In darkness I wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown,
I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him, with the blood of my arm.


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  • by Alexandria Blanch
  • 3 months ago

This poem is so deep, and you have spoken nearly every word for me. Not only is it so realistic and forward, but you can almost feel every word you speak.

Your words are so very true. We are already dead or dying in the process when suicide creeps into mind.

I have suffered depression and it is amazing the strength you have been able to undertake and show to be able to write this, to actually express how deeply affected you were. Thank you so much for your courage!


  • by Jennifer, Ireland
  • 6 months ago

That poem was truly inspiring. I myself have went through that awful stage and believe me that poem brought tears to my eyes. The memories it left was unbelievable. I could imagine it all so vividly. You have a true talent for writing :)


  • by Clara Eve
  • 11 months ago

Wow. I loved that poem. When I read it, I clearly felt the writer's sadness and stress. Keep writing!


  • by Brianna, Michigan
  • 1 year ago

That is beautiful. Fantastic job. Recently I've been thing of suicide but I get scared and back out.. I don't know what to do to numb the pain. It's starting to feel as if that's my only option.


  • by Lynne Fernandez Ontario
  • 2 months ago

I'm 15 and have suffered from depression for two years in total, with a one year "break." I've been in that same position and I suggest getting professional help, if you have access to it. Talk about it, talk to your friends and family and if people don't listen to you, find someone else to talk to. Don't let yourself think that your feelings aren't worth anything, this is a common mistake. Try to find at least one good thing every day in your life and write it down. It can be anything, big or small, and you can read over your growing list when you feel particularly down. These are the things to live for. Also, try to be honest with yourself and remember that healing takes time, and although you are in a dark place, it can and will get better. Stay strong! I believe in you!


  • by Brandy, Az
  • 1 year ago

This poem is so beautiful. I know that sounds horrible but it is so true. I have tried to commit suicide countless times and I am only 15. I used to cut so bad. I was in residential housing for troubled teens for 9 months and a mental hospital for 10 days. I slap on this happy facade everyday and laugh and try to be goofy. Then I see a knife gleam or string dangling or a cabinet full of pills that calls to me. I won't even take meds if I have a headache because I'm scared. This is such a true poem that it affected me greatly. Thank you. Please please please keep writing. You will and already are saving lives.


  • by Erica, Alabama
  • 1 year ago

When I was young my father left. He was a drunk and an addicted smoker. He met my abusive stepmother over the internet and he asked her to marry him after only three weeks! She soon got knocked up and had a miscarriage, then got pregnant again and had Gregory. When Gregory was 5 months old she took him to Illinois. My father was stupid and followed her up there. He's been in and out of jail 56 times since he met her! He never calls me, never tries to visit me, never sends child support to my mom, never does anything to provide for us. I began cutting after he left. I attempted suicide by overdose, deep cuts, and poison intake. I somehow survived it all. It angers me when people who have loving parents, who buy them anything they want, love them, provide for them and all, go and complain about how horrible they are. People tell me they know how I feel, but they don't. They know nothing about how I feel. It angers me very much.


  • by Kayleb Matthews
  • 2 years ago

Let me tell you my story:
I was abused as a little child throughout my life. I was kicked, thrown, punched, bruised, and neglected. I was adopted at age of 13 by aunt and uncle. I accepted Christ into my life, but then my biological mom died of alcohol poisoning. I then tried several times to commit suicide because the last words I said to her was "I you!" then a year later I was baptized. But then my Biological father died of a overdose, and that's when my whole world shattered. I started huffing, and cutting, and suicidal thoughts. But remember God is there the whole time, even in times of struggles. GOD Bless


  • by Serra, OH
  • 2 years ago

I've 'opened the door for the Devil' myself. I cut sometimes, with a regular pocket knife. Ironically, my dad gave it to me for self-defense reasons! But that's just it. That's the kind of crazy sh*t I always pull. It's not like I want to die. I don't think I want to hurt myself, but I do it. I've tried to quit. Once I went a full month without cutting. I was so proud, thought I'd done something right for once! Then there was this 'family feud' between Mom and Dad, me and Dad, Mom and my brother, me and my brother... They were all separate feuds, actually, at the same time. So yes, I'm cutting again. Through it all, I've told no one. It's not like I can tell my family.


  • by Kitty, Virginia Beach
  • 2 years ago

This poem is so beautiful I read it for my class at school today and they really loved, it all I've been able to think about today.


  • by Jasmine, New Zealand
  • 2 years ago

This poem was really good I really liked the end words they've stuck with me through the tough times I'm glad your writing was put out there its beautiful <3


  • by Kate
  • 2 years ago

Wow. that's amazing! My 15 year old sister tried to commit suicide about a year ago and has been in a mental hospital since. I could never understand completely what it is like but reading other peoples stories and poems really helps. Very moving. KEEP WRITING! I hope everyone can see what a beautiful person they are.


  • by Samantha
  • 2 years ago

I get abused and raped by my ex boyfriend/ neighbor my parents hate me and are in and out of jail so often I could make a scrap book just from their mug shots. My sisters make fun of me and torture me every day. I am mute so I can't really tell anybody.....I've tired suicide countless times and still do.... I cut... But is that such a horrible thing? He rapes me..... But he says I deserve it..... He told me he is making they world a better place if he kills me because there will be less scum on the face of the earth if I was gone..... I can't even eat any more.... I've already lost ten pounds and still losing I just wanna die as quickly as possible


  • by Jane, Manchester
  • 2 years ago

I'm a mum and suffered abuse for twenty two years and there's not a day goes by that I don't feel as if I've died inside at this time of my life I look at the motawy bridge over the road from my home and feel the warmth. There is light at the end you just have a new day every day and a family that need some one to be there for them always that's what keeps me going. Thank you for helping me feel not alone, I understand I'm no freak but others just don't understand they think I'm weak !!!!!


  • by Tiffany, Colorado
  • 2 years ago

You gave me chills.... It's been along time since I tried to kill myself.. The mind works in mysterious ways. Luckily and, unfortunately, I forget a lot of things. Things that have happened to me. Things that I've done. I have been able to forget a lot of abuse from a lot of sources..... The unfortunate part is all of those events made me the person that I am. I have to search for myself by reading poems like yours. Your words have opened a window into myself. To a place in my life where I learned about who I am and about the world around me. Thank you for bringing me to a place that is hard for me to get to on my own. You never know who you are until you understand the person you used to be.


  • by Kiana
  • 2 years ago

I LOVE this poem!!!! I've read and re-read it a million times. I'm a cutter and this poem describes word for word how I feel! Thank you for writing this poem


  • by Iman, Somewhere Or The Other
  • 2 years ago

I am in awe, seriously. I really enjoyed reading your poem. It's truly awe worthy. Very effective in communicating the message. Brilliant.


  • by Cowgirl Up, Edna,Texas
  • 2 years ago

I've tried to kill myself countless times before. It was so amazing that I could take 3 different kinds of pills 20 of each anda not even end up in the hospital. I've been bullied my whole life and still am being bullied but I've moved passed that and I've grown stronger and I'm so much happier now. I owe all that to my best friend I love him so much. He's like a bro to me.............if it wasn't for him I probably wouldn't be here cuz he gave me someone to talk to when I was having a bad day.


  • by Steven Lown, Mooresville, Nc
  • 2 years ago

This poem is just so deep, and personally, very influential to my writing. I would give anything to be allowed to turn this into a song! Seriously, Anything!


  • by Bananas New York
  • 3 years ago

Sometimes I do open the door for the devil.............. But I never EVER wanted to........


  • by Joshua Durney, Tracy, CA
  • 3 years ago

those last two lines of yours are brilliant, absolutely amazing, I love your poem, great job!


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