STOP Teen Suicide Poem

I wrote this poem about a year ago. I wrote it when I was getting over my addiction of cutting. I was having a withdraw I guess you could say. I wanted to feel what my body had gotten used to but I took up writing instead of cutting and this poem is the symbol of me being nearly a year somber from trying to commit suicide

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Poetry Instead Of Suicide


Published: January 2012

Who wants violence?
Dark dreams;
Evil screams.
Hold on strong.
The fight is nearly gone.
Fighting to breath.
Fighting to see.
It's hard to believe this is me.

I never saw myself falling to the blade,
But in the end this is how I'm paid.
Suffering from tears.
Torn from fears.
All I know,
I'm not sure why I'm here.

Told to live,
But living a lie.
Stuck in a place were everyone wants me to die.
Hurt and confused.
Broken and bruised,
Not sure what to do,
But I will fight till I can't move.
This is what I must do



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Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • Black Widdow by Black Widdow, manchester
  • 3 years ago

This is exactly like me. We might be the same, you and me!

  • Alisa Marie Schillace Rey by Alisa Marie Schillace Rey
  • 4 years ago

This was extremely difficult and also a great way of reminding myself of the way I once felt. I am proud of the voice behind this poem. It takes a strong fearless person to be able to stand up and live. This is no coward but a leader.

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