Suicide Poem

Feeling like you don't belong in this world and all you need to know is that someone loves you.

Slip Away

© Kimmi Lewis
You can scream but no one hears you,
As you sit and mock in disdain,
The blood seeps down your arm
As your crying out loud in pain,

The broken glass beside the bath,
The water turning red,
Laying down in a bloody puddle,
Trying to rest your head.

You can hear your family laugh
As you say your last words
Feeling as high as the sky,
Flying away with the birds..

The pain is going away now
And you can’t help but hear
You’re mum crying next to you..
In hurt and fear.

You try to speak,
But nothing comes out...
You know your going away
You’re never going to live with doubt.

As you feel death coming near
You hear her say “I love you”
As you slip in to a permanent sleep
You reply with I love you too…

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Published: Feb 2008

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  • DUDE, you're talented
    I really I loved your poem so much
    Seriously , great sincere feelings :)

    Zeina Coutry Submitted Jun 2010
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  • OMG what made you write this hun? I'm sorry to hear this I loved your poem for it rhymed and made good sense. I write poems too that rhyme like that. and I have this attention problem, I need attention, I seek it and I crave it, yes I know I am ADD and I am on medicine, but that doesn't help with the craving of attention that I seek from friends and especially boys, but I don't go around and make myself look loose or go cutting myself, I just keep it inside and only tell some friends at a time now so that they know to pay attention to me. I loved your poem!!

    Anastasia, Missouri Submitted Aug 2010
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