STOP Suicide Poem

An attempted suicide as a cry for help finally helps her parents see how badly she needs their love.

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This hit my heart. because my son used to cut 4 to 5 times a week. trying to commit suicide. Eventually he succeeded by hanging himself at Silverlake Medical Center in Los Angeles, CA

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15 Stitches

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Published: February 2006

Fifteen stitches on my left arm
Had nothing to do with the pain in my heart
A broken glass was what did the harm
Not the thoughts in my head or the hand that I love

Behind the bandage were the secrets I kept
With no one to blame but two troubled heads
You never saw all the clues that I left
Not even the letter that said were I went

I could have posted it up on a billboard or wall
But you would of looked pass it with no clue at all
I kept it inside for a really long time
With nothing to show but the tears that I cried

You're perfect! You told me you do nothing wrong
And that's what I thought when I did what I've done
Again the tears fell from the eyes of a child
Who never felt loved, not even a while?

A's and A's were my grades in school
With that I thought that I had you fooled
But as soon as a b or a c would show up
Your word would bring back the blood from my arm

We're your parents! You told me we know what's best for you now!
So how come you locked me in this hell house
I tried to escape, I tried to just leave
But no one would give me a sharp knife or key

Only the dead can come back to life
But why does the living feel so dead inside
I repeated that over and over again
But that wouldn't change the thoughts in my head

I'm not perfect! I said I do everything wrong!
And that's what I said when you knew what I've done
Dripping down was the blood of a child
Who never felt loved, not even a while

As I fell on the floor I heard a soft voice
Who said you're okay, who said you're with god
I don't want to be! I yelled I don't want to be here!
I just wanted parents who would love me to tears!

In a hospital bed I woke up the next day
In a room full of candies, flowers and heads
Kisses and hugs were all thrown my way
Gross comments and yelling were all miles away

I lifted my head as I turned to the door
Two people stepped in that I've never see before
Half smiles on their faces and flowers galore
They gave one k

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  • by Angie, Los Angeles
  • 5 years ago

This hit my heart. because my son used to cut 4 to 5 times a week. trying to commit suicide. Eventually he succeeded by hanging himself at Silverlake Medical Center in Los Angeles, CA

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  • by Cynthia, Satellite Beach Florida
  • 6 years ago

I can tell you that this reminded me of myself but it doesn't, I don't think that anybody has the same story all of ours may be about pain and suffering but each one is unique. My story is simple I have friends but they hate me. My boyfriend abuses me and my parents and family abuse me too. My story alike to many others is unique because of one reason, it is my story. Nobody can take that burden off my life but me. If I kill myself nobody will cry instead they will wonder why hadn't I done this to myself sooner. This is my story.

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  • by ray
  • 9 years ago

This poem made me cri my eyes out I finally feel understood. I am a horrid poet and it helps to read great work like this thanks so much for writing this. you rock

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  • by pastcutter
  • 9 years ago

This poem reminds me a lot about me... I get all A's just so my dad can be proud of me. but the second me and my dad would get into a fight I would go in my room and cut.

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  • by mary
  • 9 years ago

this poem reminds me what I'm doing myself I only have 9 stitches in my right arm and I stop cutting myself so I could have a better future.

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  • by uldya
  • 9 years ago

this was good to read because it reminds me of how I attempted suicide so my parents would love me. I found myself in a hospital bed with flowers and visiting a physiologist for every week for 52 weeks. I hope others like this poem as much as I did.

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  • by brandin
  • 9 years ago

this reminds me so much of one of my drawings I have never really written suicidal poetry but my drawings did land me in counseling for a really long time

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