STOP Suicide Poem

I'm 14 years old. I am living with major depression. I wrote this poem in class one day. It's a small look into my head. All day I have these awful morbid thoughts. I know suicide would be selfish. I used to cut, but not anymore. I have been inpatient hospitalized three times. I know all about what I'm supposed to do and how to deal. Except it's like my mind is a demon fighting back at me. My worst fear is my own mind killing me.

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Published: December 2010

Just a girl
In this world while it twirls when it whirls
her head in a haze
can't seem to find away out
If she screams no matter what she shouts
Not a soul hears her cry
There's nothing but dark skies
She's consumed by her morbid thoughts
Everything around, the pain has brought
Her slit wrists
Her bloody grip
She raised her arm once more
on the bathroom floor
the blood reaches her neck life flows out
still not a soul listens for her shout
she's left she's flown
to a happier place
where even her scars are no disgrace
that girl now has a smile on her face

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  • Johannesburg by Johannesburg
  • 4 years ago

I am a 17 year old girl living with depression. God only knows how I got to this stage of only thinking about death and how much happier and less complicated life would be without my existence. My family does not whatsoever understand all that I go through or this condition and they all just think that it's a phase that I'll get over. I practically have no one to talk to because I am tired of appearing as weird and creepy. I want to care about the little things I have and forget about this cutthroat place fueled by demons that suppress any word spoken to me by God. I just want to be happy and listen to Justin Bieber like other 'in love' teenage girls and stop listening to Jaymes Young who just depresses the life out of me everyday.
I want to smile and not feel fake. I want to breathe and not feel guilty because I feel as though the breath I am giving out to the world is deserved by someone else. I just want to be happy.

  • Ava by Ava, US
  • 8 years ago

A friend of mine committed suicide not to long ago and it took a tole on my family along with my church family. Not only were his parents and brother faced with sadness but so was I. I had already been dealing with depression and nothing was really helping. I found that surrounding myself by loved ones helped a lot. Usually not my family but my friends. I loved this poem and just wanted to say: it'll be alright. :)

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