STOP Teen Suicide Poem

Poem About Struggling With Depression And Self-Harm

I went through quite a long battle with depression and self-harm, and this is my attempt at describing what it was like. I thought that life meant nothing and that everyone around me would be better off without me. The only reason I'm still alive is God: he saved me. So if you ever think you're unloved, useless, disgusting, remember this: You are worth it. You are loved. You are amazing and beautiful, and you don't even know it. Suicide is NEVER the answer.

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I often feel useless, like a waste of space and breath. I hate everything about myself. The only way to make myself feel better, even for just a little bit, is to hurt myself. I always feel...

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Trapped

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Published: June 2014

My silent screams go unnoticed,
My darkened dreams unchecked;
This emptiness is all consuming,
Will it steal away my breath?

Everything around turns to grey.
I'm not sure if I should resist;
As color slowly fades away,
This numbness only persists.

Silence can be so much louder
Than any spoken word;
So all these days will pass me by,
My thoughts still left unheard.

I thought my only option left
Was to end my precious life;
So I planned to step off of a ledge
Or make friends with a knife.

As I lay upon the blood-stained floor,
I wonder what I've done;
The devil looks in through my door
And steals another one.

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  • Noneyobusiness by Noneyobusiness
  • 7 months ago

I often feel useless, like a waste of space and breath. I hate everything about myself. The only way to make myself feel better, even for just a little bit, is to hurt myself. I always feel trapped, and self-harm makes me feel like I'm finally free, as if I had air stuck in my lungs and I can finally exhale. I'm only 14 and have been struggling with depression for about three years. Everyone tells me it'll get better, but when? When will it get better? I've waited patiently, and nothing is any better. If anything, it's gotten worse. I've spent dozens of restless nights stuck in my head with all of my harmful thoughts. It's hard not to just end it all, but I don't really think that I want to die. I just want to escape from the excruciating pain of living. I used to be so happy and upbeat. I loved life. I wonder what happened. These past 4 or 5 months have been worse than the rest of it all. I've been crying almost every day and in constant pain. It's getting harder and harder every day.

  • Kyrielle by Kyrielle
  • 2 weeks ago

You are not useless; you are not a mistake. You are loved, and God has a plan for you. If you want joy in your life, ask Jesus to come into your heart. He created us, cares for us, and is always there. Only with Jesus in us, will we feel totally free from sin.

  • Black Widdow by Black Widdow, manchester
  • 2 years ago

That touched me so much and I will keep living because of that poem and for you. You inspired me so much, so thank you.

  • Midnight Blue by Midnight Blue, Quarryville PA
  • 5 years ago

Drowned is sadness hurt by lies thinking what's the point of this life of mine. People tease and to them it seems like fun. Just please end the madness. Mommy hits us, daddy's dead, brothers think of suicide, man are we a mess! Last is the quiet girl who always hides in fear of loosing the life she holds dear. She wishes mom will stop the abuse and the yelling. To get away from the constant torment I hide away in my room and hope that my life ends soon.

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