STOP Suicide Poem

This is kind of two poems in one. I hope you like it, and if you do, I hope it makes you feel better about something.

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Don't ever feel that your pain is going to end with taking away your life. It doesn't, you just stop living, and your very last memory of life is how unhappy you are. That is it. The Only...

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A Cutters Guide To Survive


Published by Family Friend Poems June 2007

As I sit in my room,
Wondering what I should do,
I slowly take this knife,
And try to form a better life.
The pain is released from my body by now,
I just can't help but to scream out loud.
Everything is erased,
I know I can easily be replaced.
I'm stuck in this place,
Against all human race,
Drinking away the pain,
It keeps me from going insane.
The dark is one place I don't fear,
Asking myself, when am I getting out of here?
These thoughts keep coming to my mind,
Just wish I could find,
The truth that says it all.
I want to give up and just let everything fall.
The world as we know it is coming to an end.
I'm wondering if I should press, delete, or send?
Where were you when I needed you the most?
Why are you so scared of my ghost?
Trying to keep from falling apart,
Stabbing me in the heart.
I know that my future isn't supposed to be here,
It's supposed to be in a grave that is very near.
I want to say goodbye to my family and friends,
Just want to let you know that there are dead ends.
Whatever happens in the future,
I want you to know what I say is pure.
If there was one piece of advice I could give,
I would say just sit back and live how you want to live.
Now I think it's time for me to go,
In hopes that this poem will bring you home.
Is this **** really true,
I don't know what else I can do.
I want to give you this rose,
The end was so close,
But now it's so far away,
That is I'm done, I have no more to say.


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  • Ethel Del Monye by Ethel Del Monye
  • 5 years ago

I'm like this too. I'm trying my best to be as happy as I can, but the more I try to force a smile, the more I break inside. All I want is to be happy...where I can be myself...but everywhere I go, I'm always being ripped apart by the pain. Is happiness too much to ask for? I want to be able to unintentionally smile and laugh like other people, not forced to smile and laugh.

  • Chazz Saaiman by Chazz Saaiman
  • 6 years ago

I lost someone close and resorted to pain to cure my sadness. I tried to kill myself once but stopped because I told myself I still needed to finish a simple game.. but the game reminds me of the person I lost. I can't make friends. Find love. Or just play a video game without feeling sad.

  • Your Mum by Your Mum
  • 6 years ago

Don't ever feel that your pain is going to end with taking away your life. It doesn't, you just stop living, and your very last memory of life is how unhappy you are. That is it. The Only path to feeling better is to find your friends, (you have them, you are just out of perspective) allow yourself time first, to become a little better, a little closer to who you know you can be, and then find love. Just remember, you Are loved. You were by him, it was just too hard for him to know he was always letting you down... In a way, he ended his life to save yours.... You Are Loved. So Very Much....

  • Culver by Culver, Or
  • 7 years ago

My mom was abusing me almost every day. She would get mad if my grades weren't better in one day. She hit me with my rodeo belt and I got used to it so now she doesn't hit me. But I'm always ducking whenever she raises her hand. I learned how to deal with it from a poem. I didn't feel her abusiveness any more. I don't duck my but I still cut my self. Its not good any more because now I burn my self when I cut.

  • Sean Steve by Sean Steve, Chicago
  • 8 years ago

I was so lonely and i was going through a hard time, this poem inspired me not to do the evil I had a chance to do

  • Virginia by Virginia
  • 9 years ago

I use temporary pain to ease my temporary pain, when I'm going insane and have no other way to clear my brain or ease my pain you might think I'm insane by the way I ease my temporary pain it may leave scars but I don't do all this sin to make it seem like everything is alright, I wish all my pain would go away I'm in a very dark place, how I got here I don't know but I know I can't get out. I want to be free but the demons won't let go of me. I wish god would take my hand and say come be with me. I refuse to kill myself, but it seems like it's no other way. I'm slowly fading away by my temporary pain I use to ease my temporary pain.

  • Reonna by Reonna, Idaho
  • 9 years ago

I use to struggle with cutting so this spoke volumes to me. I was sad and thought it was the only way to take the pain away. Though I still sometime feel like cutting again I try really hard not too.

  • Alli by Alli, WI
  • 12 years ago

I to think this all the time. It's been going on for awhile now. Even if I am doing something fun or something I like to do the thoughts still come back and haunt me. I don't know what to do and I don't think I ever will.

  • RJ by RJ
  • 12 years ago

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here too. Even when I'm having the best day of my life, there's still that remnant of worthlessness that consumes me. I've felt like this for so long, I've given up hope that I'll ever be happy again.

  • Hannah Cooper by Hannah Cooper
  • 12 years ago

This poem has really touched me. I live this way everyday and think these thoughts everyday. When I wake up, when I'm laying in bed and even when I'm with my best friend, I still think to myself, "What am I doing here?"

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