STOP Suicide Poem

Poem On The Effects of Suicide

Such an act effects everyone around it. Like a rock thrown in a pool causing ever wider circles in the water.

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My father committed suicide when I was 16. He dealt with a lifelong drug addiction, and then the following year.. my girlfriend also committed suicide. She dealt with depression and was able...

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All My Life

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Published: February 2006

All my life my hands have been cold,
And my eyes have never been seen.
My voice has been stolen from a heart that was broken,
And my mind has never been keen.

All my life my feet have been bare,
And my lips have never been known.
My thoughts have been seized by a monotonous tease,
And my character then turned to stone.

All my life my face has been pale,
And my fingers have never felt lace.
My ankles were bound from the pride so profound,
And my emotions had then no case.

All my life my ears were weak,
And my senses related no care.
My wrists were tied by the woman who lied,
and my love was too much to bear.

All my life my screams have been high,
But my words were always ignored.
My tongue was cut, not from who or what,
But by teeth that had eaten this lore.

All my life my body was thrown,
But my mind was ironically kept.
My cries were shot, and I never had got,
Comfort from the many tears I wept.

All my life I have lived in shame,
Of the reflection I bare, and in this endless blame,
In the way she danced and the way she lied,
In her addictions of pain and infinite tries.

All my life I have loved her the same,
Yet my hatred and hurt all rapidly came,
Like the way she danced and the way she lied,
In the name of her daughter's suicide.

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  • Chelsea by Chelsea
  • 12 years ago

My father committed suicide when I was 16. He dealt with a lifelong drug addiction, and then the following year.. my girlfriend also committed suicide. She dealt with depression and was able to keep that from everyone around her.. due to the fear of being sent to a hospital. This poem hits the nail right on the head. I love the way it is written. I'm not sure if she (the author) is writing it about the person she lost or about herself but.. I suppose it could be said about both. I feel like she is relating both Loss and Death in one poem. This is one of the best poems I have ever read about Suicide. Thank you for the chance to read it.

-Chelsea Jurovich

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