STOP Suicide Poem

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

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This poem has touched me. When I was 8 years old, I had been abused physically, emotionally, and sexually by female family members from both sides of my parents' family. I've been thrown out...

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Girl Forever Gone

Angie M Flores © more by Angie M Flores

Published: August 2008

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.



I am a girl with a deep passion for writing, my mind can go on and on. My goal in life is to complete my own autobiography. Give me a pen and sheet of paper and leave me to my thoughts. The quiet ones are always the ones who have plenty to say.

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  • Nicholas J Parmer by Nicholas J Parmer, Antigo Wisconsin
  • 4 years ago

This poem has touched me. When I was 8 years old, I had been abused physically, emotionally, and sexually by female family members from both sides of my parents' family. I've been thrown out in the cold in my underwear in the middle of winter, called useless, worthless, etc. My parents told me that I was making it up, that it was all in my head. There are scars that will forever be there. I've always wanted to run away. I couldn't trust anyone. I carried it with me until I met my wife. It took me 10 years of our marriage before I told her. Then it got used against me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I almost ended it with pills, almost left my wife and 5 kids behind, but I didn't. I didn't give up. I'm getting help, I've got people supporting me, and I'm writing it all down. Even though we are separated, I believe it can be fixed. I have a relationship with God. He has slowly given me some peace over my pain I carried for 30 years. I love my wife and children, and if there's one thing I would teach them, it would be don't give up and remember God's with you.

  • Edward D. by Edward D.
  • 5 years ago

"It is now quiet, no screams, no tears, no suffering, just utter silence." The last line really got me. It fits my life so much.

  • Jana by Jana, Wa
  • 7 years ago

I read all these poems and stories and see so much of me. I wish my brain would stop thinking the way I do, I wish the pain could be forgotten. I wonder why me and why do I do this to my family. I wish I could get out if bed and just be IDK happy. What I would give for someone to love and accept me as me. Better yet me to love me. Is that possible is it possible to stop these thoughts for my parents not to worry about every pill or knife. Is it ever possible to not think about or dream about.

  • Jessica Martinez by Jessica Martinez
  • 5 years ago

Jana, I'm only 15, and I know your pain. I've thought about doing something bad to myself, but I never have. Please give me some advice.

  • Just Me... by Just Me...
  • 5 years ago

I've read so many of these poems, and they relate so closely to me. This one is so scary, as it is how I always feel. I completely agree with everything you said, Jana, because it's just what I think every morning, every night, every day, and week and month and year.

  • Ian by Ian, Virginia
  • 7 years ago

You have too much depression in you. Cutting yourself makes it worse. Stop that. Go to god in prayer and he will answer you. Have faith in him. He will comfort you and will forever be your friend. He loves you so much so go to him. Into his arms. He is your loving father and friend.

  • Melissa Brown by Melissa Brown
  • 5 years ago

Ian, I believe that about God, too. He is comfort and takes a lot of the pain away. But to tell someone, "You have too much depression in you," does not help. Just makes you feel worse about yourself. I know your trying to give advice and your intentions are good. Your next approach, maybe try starting off with a statement that comes from a place of understanding. Try to feel the other person's pain. I don't really know how Virginia felt about your advice; maybe it worked, everyone's different.

  • Katherine G. by Katherine G., Ohio
  • 8 years ago

I am a twelve year old girl who is dealing with self harm, depression, and anorexia. My parents don't give a crap about how I feel and my mom encourages my anorexia. I have been a self harmer for 13 months and have dealt with severe depression 14 months. I have attempted suicide 9 times. This poem helped me realize that I am not the only one going through what I am going through. I think that your poem accurately campfires what I feel when I attempt suicide and I almost felt like it was wrote for me. It was well written and touched my heart.

Thank you.
Stay Beautiful.

  • Za'Kiya Tolbert by Za'Kiya Tolbert
  • 6 years ago

I was going through the same things. My situation was the loss of a family member and friends picking on me, bullying. I cut myself deep in the left arm, five or seven times only ripping skin. I was tired of this, but then God told me don't and I didn't. But now I still cry but I know I'm alright as long as I have God.

Truly yours
Za'Kiya Tolbert
P.S. Write me back as soon as you can.

  • Sky Wright by Sky Wright, Aussie!
  • 7 years ago

I think that you're really strong and beautiful. It takes a lot of courage to share your stories and I'm proud of you. I started self harming at 9, cutting at 10 and I attempted suicide at 13 and 14. I'm almost 16 now... The only reason that I'm alive is because I want to help others like me, and you. I suffer from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) from being constantly beaten for half of my life. I nearly had people kill me and when the pain stopped when I was 9 that's when I started hurting myself... Because I was used to it. I know that I'm broken but I still want to help others.

Love to all
Sky Wright (a loyal human that just wants to love and help you)

  • Paris F. by Paris F., NY
  • 7 years ago

I am an 11 year old girl who is going through manic depression,
and ABS(amniotic band syndrome) I have family who if I tell anything about my feelings they will just say "that's stupid" or " stop trying to be the center of attention" and I try to do all I can. I ran away once and I am planning on suffocating myself but seeing all these poems makes me think i thought I was the only one and I have no chance at life but thank you for helping me realize that I don't have to do that I could help people who are just like me...
Thank you.

  • Tia Mountford by Tia Mountford
  • 7 years ago

No one should ever be made to feel like this. It is wrong and shouldn't be happening. I deal with depression and do self harm but that doesn't meant that we shouldn't get help. I have tried to kill myself twice and failed as is obvious. This is such a good poem, keep on writing.

  • Lily May Uk by Lily May Uk
  • 8 years ago

When I was 11 I felt sad not depressed or anything I finally knew at 12 this wasn't normal my sadness lasted a whole year and a bit? No I knew I was depressed but didn't want to tell anyone I hate sympathy. I got introduced to self harm by the Internet I was ready to get the weight of my shoulders but I just couldn't I didn't want to live my life with scars but it got too much and I made that first cut it felt so nice I almost felt happy again it made me feel alive so 1 cut turned into 2 cuts 2 cuts turned into 3 cuts and it goes on scared from my knee to my hip my wrist to my shoulder I couldn't stop. Then 1 day at school this girl decided to be nasty to me she would spread a new rumor everyday about me everyone started to hate me and it got to a point I didn't want to live. I tried suicide but I survived I'm still unhappy I had many suicidal thoughts and still do. I sometimes just think what it would be like if I was dead if I didn't get hospitalized. I wish I had died but I guess my depression has gotten better I'm on the road to recovery no one believes me but I now believe in myself so I don't take anyone's word listen to anyone and I've learnt to ignore what others think. I'm proud of myself. I've developed an eating disorder but screw that I've just started my teenage years and I'm going to live them instead of thinking about jumping of a bridge. When I was younger I would never of thought I would turn out being a self harming depressed teenager. Live your life forget what others say. I live as though no one else exists and I'm better than ever. STAY STRONG.

  • Lauren L. by Lauren L., Michigan
  • 7 years ago

At age twelve, my parents neglected me my entire seventh grade year. I tried so hard to have a nice relationship with my family like it used to be, but they wanted nothing to do with me. I used to be so happy, then they ruined it. I have ran away more times than I can remember. I almost committed suicide that year sometime after Christmas. I had a date planned out and everything. That day finally came. I had the pills, and the knife. But something stopped me and I couldn't. I thought of three people who would be affected by this. I'm fourteen now. And to this day, I wish I had done it, my depression got worse, I have AT LEAST five anxiety attacks per day. But as long as these three people are still in my lives, I'll be on earth. I got into a lot of trouble with my parents and started self harming the summer after seventh grade. Then in August, I got an eating disorder and it rapidly worsened. Then anorexia this past summer. This poem deeply described how it felt and what it was like for me. Nobody should ever do these things, think these things. It seems so bad when it's somebody else, but when it's you, you love it. Thank you!

  • Grace by Grace, USA
  • 8 years ago

I struggle with major depression, bi-polar, social anxiety, self harm, anorexia, and mild schizophrenia.
I lost my sister (who was two years old) when I was seven years old. She was constantly in the hospital. I started to self-harm when we moved to a completely different state. On the very first day I was being bullied. That was only in third grade. They called me anorexic all because I couldn't gain weight. I was made fun of because my last name is weird. I moved to different schools after third grade, only to meet worse bullying. At one point I was physically beat by a gang who didn't like me because I 'walked in their hall'. I came home, and just told my mum I walked into a TV stand at school. She believed me.
When I moved back to the school where it began, I was in middle school and that was morbid.
I never wore shorts because the cuts where from my knees to my upper thighs. I couldn't wear regular t-shirts because they went from my wrists to my shoulders.
In middle school, I couldn't follow or pay attention in class because my body would be throbbing in pain and I would constantly have to leave the room because I had to cry. My grades went down the drain and that's when the abuse at home started. Not physical, just mental. My dad was the main cause. He would always tell me that I was a failure and a disappointment to our last name. He always told me, and still does, that 'No one cares about me. No one ever will.'
He never knew how much it hurt. I only go by my first and middle name. I have only one friend who's been there since I first moved to the school. He was the only one who ever cared about me and accepted me. Tried to help.
When I got into high school, I was labeled 'emo' or 'faggot' or 'bi-polar cunt'. I would walk down the hall and I could hear this one girl who hated my guts call me a 'bi-polar cutting cunt'. I told my parents about my self harm, my suicide attempts/thoughts, depression, and anorexia about three months ago. It started when I was 7. I'm 16 now.
Now that I'm a junior, I hardly talk to anyone. My grades were so bad I got put into an alternative class. I have my life planned out now, and for once it's starting to look up. I'm graduating early, and going to college soon after.

So listen to me, you've seen my story and you know the outcome.
I've been in almost any situation you could possibly imagine. So if you ever begin to feel like you can't hold on any longer, that the pain is too unbearable. Listen to me when I tell you It Does Get Better.
There is a light at the end of the dark tunnel you're walking in, just don't look back. Don't pause for a break. Keep moving, even if it's inch by inch, every movement forward is more than the last. So don't give up hope. If you think no one cares, don't believe it. I care about you. Even if we're strangers I care, because what we've been through; It's hell. And no one should have to work through it alone.
Don't give up hope. It gets better?

  • Margarita by Margarita
  • 8 years ago

This poem is so good. It shows exactly how I feel right now. My life sucks, everybody treats me badly even my family. No one can bear me because I'm a stupid bitch who always ruins everything. I've been raped, beaten by my parents, used like an object. There's something in this world that doesn't want me to live, maybe because I'm useless. I'm so frustrated cause I just tried to hang myself but it didn't work. I'm 17 years old but I don't want to keep living anymore, I give up.

  • Lisa by Lisa
  • 6 years ago

I hope you are still here fighting. Its hard when you are alone and there is no one there for you. My parents refuse to see depression as real and have basically cut me out of their lives. I have kept so much bottled up that when I snapped, I was again the bad one because I snapped. I turned to the wrong people and was humiliated again and again. I tried so hard to please everyone and allowed people to take away from me. They have never had to be held accountable, yet I always did.
The hard part was to cut out people, even people i loved because it came down to me or them. Value yourself more. You are the strong one and the one who can prevail. Sometimes you have to take it hour by hour, but you can do it. Turn to people who have experienced what you have because the strength between you is strong.

  • Layla by Layla, TX
  • 8 years ago

Stay strong every one <3 I know things are hard now but they will get better, don't lose hope that life IS for you so please stay and keep fighting. Stay strong, God bless and remember that you are loved and cared about and you DO have a purpose in this world.

  • Donna by Donna, Texas
  • 8 years ago

I'll soon be 52, unloved all my life. I've always had to be the strong one for family and friends....not to mention...but I'm a nurse...and care for my patients. One day I have always dreamed I would wake up and find someone that loved me. I'm tired now....I feel the world crumbling down on me

  • Lels by Lels, Adelaide
  • 8 years ago

I'm only 12 turning 13 August 22 and I'm starting to think about suicide, I almost did it once but that night my family all sat around the living room and read from the bible (we're all Christians) and it said stuff about how God will wait at your heart for you to open the door to it for him to enter but if you don't do it and die without doing it it's likely that you will go to hell and I really don't want to! The other night I almost cut but stopped myself seconds before the blade cut my vein. My closest friend Rachel talked with me (I tell her everything even things my family don't know!) about it and understood me completely (like always) and she didn't judge at all! She made me realize that there must be people that care about me as much as she does! But sadly that wasn't even enough to make me want to stop! This poem was amazing!!!!

  • Hannah by Hannah
  • 8 years ago

This poem makes me feel like I'm not the only one that no one cares for, I want to only stay in this world because I want to try to live a full life. but that may not happen if I keep being treated like I am, :(

  • Autumn Cervantes by Autumn Cervantes
  • 8 years ago

This is how I feel too. I'm only 12 and I have cuts on my shoulders down to my wrists, I need help and I know it but I don't know how to.. My dad doesn't believe that I'm this way. My mom is in another state far away. I can't talk to anyone...

  • Colorado by Colorado
  • 8 years ago

I am now 24. Ever since I could remember I have always felt separate from everyone: friends, Family, classmates, and co-workers. I have no reason at all to feel this way. No trauma or endless bullying. I have been picked on by many they call it joking, maybe I'm just too sensitive. Growing up I wrote many suicide poems such as this but never attempted suicide because of the pain I knew my family would feel. So I changed my wish from death to simply disappearing, though in my opinion that could be worse. Disappearing would give my family hope that I would come back some day, If I did disappear they would never see, hear, or know about me again. I torture myself thinking and doing what would make everyone around me happy. I've done this so long I don't know what would make me happy, and if I do find something that I think would make me happy I soon think of how that thing would make my friends or family unhappy and I throw the thought away. I am a nobody!

  • Tia Knowle by Tia Knowle
  • 8 years ago

I'm 14. And I feel like no one cares about me. When I was born I has a twin but it died. I feel like my mother and father want the other one back. Like I'm a disappointment. I feel like I fit in nowhere. Like I don't belong here. I want to know. What should I do?
Why am I thinking these things?
Is it normal?
Please can someone help me?

  • Ohio by Ohio
  • 8 years ago

I'm 17 and, I've been thinking on taking all of my depression pills. I am bullied everyday because I'm not American. I go to school everyday. The same thing happens. Walk into the school, The same group of people waiting for me. I get jumped, kicked, hit, laughed at. I get up brush off go to all my classes sitting in the back. Called names like, Emo, Freak, Stupid, Faggot, Useless, Suicidal, and Cutter. When they all found out I was starving myself, stopped sleep and that I started to cut deeper each night. They all begin to laugh at me for it, the teachers, and staff do nothing about it. I come home. Go tight up to my room, lock myself in, I cry hard, beg God above to end my pain, I cut a bit deeper and close my eyes while I slowly become light headed. But I can't seem to cut deep enough yet.... Maybe one day someone will see this and, find out who I truly am... What I'm really going through.. Maybe there is a nice person out there who will help me.. Who will stand up for me..

  • Tiffany by Tiffany
  • 8 years ago

I got bullied at school everyday. I'm only 10, and I've been thinking of taking the whole jar of my dad's aspirin. I've moved from UK to Hong Kong because I had enough of physically bullied and being stalked everyday at my own front yard. I'm now at a international school, and I've been here for months, I decided not to wear my glasses, but then I got made fun of because I couldn't see properly without glasses and they didn't know I wore glasses. This girl Rafaela makes my life miserable, she makes up things like 'medusa' 'emo' I'm not emo, I just cut, and my hair got burnt because of an accident. I want to make the pain go away, so I'd starve myself until she stops. It started this week, and so I became slimmer everyday. My bones stuck out when I got changed in PE so I wore a vest. Her friends keep asking me at form time why I'm starving myself, and she just walks away. They don't care, they just don't wan't me die and they already know before they asked. I only have one friend in my school, but we barely talk. I really want someone to notice me, but because of my awful experience in my old school I can't even stand up for myself, Stc is a great place, I love it, but I don't want to go to school anymore because of the bullies.

  • Shasta by Shasta, Tulia TX.
  • 8 years ago

I cut myself to this day I did it just this morning and I'm in tons of pain from the throbbing and can hardly do school work. I am 13 years old and know I have a long life ahead of me and tell myself that I am not alone but I am alone and it hurt I have tried to hang myself but my sister found me and cut the rope. I have tried to overdose and had my stomach pumped. If I try again I am making sure no one will be back for hours but I will try not to try again.

  • Doney by Doney
  • 8 years ago

I'm curious to know from all of the religious people on here. I watched the love of my life shoot herself in the head 9 months ago, since you say God has a plan for me what exactly would that be now? What's the reason for me to live in such pain? To live with that image for the rest of my life.

  • England by England
  • 9 years ago

This poem tells a lot about what someone is feeling. I'm 24 and have many times tried to end it all. All my pains and emotions. I was bullied always through school, scared to tell anyone about some of the things I went through. Got beaten up scared to death to walk to local shop. I started to write things down in a book, with times and dates things happened. All I wanted was a friend so I found a friend in the family dog. I told him everything. I'd sometimes curl up with him just so I could sleep and be warm. Even though I'm 24 I still have nightmares about everything that happened to me. I'm suffering from depression and it gets worse if you just bottle it inside.
If something is hurting you or something else write it down and when you are ready put it were someone will see it and if they have read it they will understand what is going on and how you are feeling.

  • Sali by Sali
  • 9 years ago

I felt like that all through my teenage years, had so many problems, but now it all seems like I never suffered, just wait your turn and happiness does come, no one is there but god and you. If you be strong you can build your life and make things happen the way you want it, if life was perfect heaven would not exist, for those who suffer here there's heaven, do not think of suicide, just wait for your happiness.

  • Guadalupe by Guadalupe, Texas
  • 9 years ago

This poem is heartbreaking and it made me breakdown to tears. No one should feel like this, but yet they do. I lost a friend last month and my mind has been pondering if I should follow him too. (His death though, was ruled as "accidental" in way because he was shot and tazed at the same time, later he died at the hospital) but Death is a heavy burden to lay on your family and friends and the ones you are in a relationship with. I don't think suicide is ever the answer for some problems that we have, and other people have. Please always look for help because there are people who can and will do anything for you or that person to stop taking their lives and help them plan their bright future. No solution may be permanent but it is the best we can do.

  • Svr by Svr, Massachusetts
  • 9 years ago

I feel bad for everyone who posts here saying they feel like this poem. My prayers are with you. I feel depressed and sometimes have suicidal thoughts, but I don't want to actually commit suicide. At this moment I don't feel like the girl in the poem. I really hope everyone who posts here and says they feel depressed can find love in their lives, or can find peace, thinking that someday they will find someone who cares about them. Please hang on. I care about you and I wish I could talk to you. My prayers are with you.

  • Emily by Emily, England
  • 9 years ago

This poem is perfect, I really love it.
Thank you for publishing it, I hope you're okay.
Love, Emily

  • Savannah by Savannah, AR
  • 9 years ago

When I was 7, I lost all my friends. I was a crybaby and was being bullied at the same time. I had only one friend from 2nd to 5th grade, and I still have her as a friend today. Ever since I lost my friends I thought about killing myself because of the cruelty I was receiving from others. It was a horror that I, at the time, was going through. I started making poems at the age of 10 and I keep a journal next to me at all times. I have poems about my life problems. I have two brothers who even hurt my feelings by constantly calling me names and threatening to hurt me. I once got my head slammed between a car and it's door. It was my brother who did it. I didn't get hurt, but I couldn't be near him any more. This story made me realize I have a life to live just as much as anyone else. I still want to die, but this story doesn't make me want to die as much as I used to. Thank you for putting up a life changing poem.

  • Florida by Florida
  • 9 years ago

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.

  • Ht by Ht
  • 10 years ago

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.

  • Cyndi by Cyndi, Nigeria
  • 10 years ago

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!!!

  • Maggie Whalen by Maggie Whalen, North Carolina
  • 10 years ago

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.

  • Rebekah Meeks by Rebekah Meeks, School Library
  • 10 years ago

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.

  • Hannah by Hannah, New York
  • 10 years ago

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.

  • Kristina by Kristina, California
  • 10 years ago

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)

  • April by April
  • 11 years ago

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.

  • La Arizona by La Arizona
  • 11 years ago

Along with most ya'll, I have suffered from severe depression and 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.

  • Misty by Misty, NSW
  • 11 years ago

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

  • Jonathan by Jonathan, San Antonio Tx
  • 11 years ago

Out of pure curiosity I came to this site and began to read these poems. It all gets better
P.S. gotta stop being so curious about things

  • Madisyn by Madisyn
  • 11 years ago

Great vivid details. Very well written. You have a very good imagery. I must say I feel the one is really interested in what I have to say. They just nod their heads and walk if I had said something odd, as if it were just a question. Writing seems to be the only thing that gets peoples attention. and have captured mine. Keep writing...because now others such as me do not feel so alone...[:

  • Demi by Demi
  • 11 years ago

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.

  • Ashley by Ashley, Fl
  • 11 years ago

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

  • Susan Colton by Susan Colton
  • 11 years ago

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 do you explain it to her children? They are's really hard. this poem really makes me think about what she must have been thinking at those last few moments....

  • Melissa by Melissa, Winamac IN
  • 11 years ago

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

  • Gabriella by Gabriella
  • 11 years ago

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.

  • Tammi by Tammi
  • 11 years ago

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

  • Maya by Maya
  • 11 years ago

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 and 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.

  • Charles by Charles, Toronto
  • 11 years ago

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

  • Brooke Johnson by Brooke Johnson
  • 11 years ago

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...

  • Shelly by Shelly
  • 11 years ago

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.

  • Stephanie Hart by Stephanie Hart
  • 12 years ago

You should consider becoming an author, you're 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.

  • Neidy by Neidy
  • 12 years ago

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 people 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..

  • Sierra by Sierra, Perry County Ohio
  • 12 years ago

This is soo sad...but I know how you feel cuz I've thought about it sooo many actually brought tears to my eyes...!!!

  • Kayle Johnson by Kayle Johnson
  • 12 years ago

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

  • Shannon OHare by Shannon OHare
  • 12 years ago

I know exactly how you feel, this poem sums it all up for me.

  • Tiahni Meredith by Tiahni Meredith
  • 13 years ago

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, it's hard on the family friends community,

  • Danielle by Danielle
  • 13 years ago

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.

  • Beth by Beth
  • 13 years ago

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...

  • anna b. by anna b.
  • 13 years ago

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.

  • Lona by Lona
  • 13 years ago

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

  • Aby by Aby
  • 13 years ago

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...

  • Michelle M. by Michelle M.
  • 14 years ago

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?!

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