STOP Teen Suicide Poem

I wrote this poem after someone I knew committed suicide because she was alone and felt she had no one. I think no one deserves to feel so alone that they no longer see the point in living, and I think that EVERYONE deserves to be noticed and cared for and loved. So to whoever's reading this; you are beautiful and loved and I hope you never have to feel alone, ever.

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I started cutting when I was 10. I am 11 now and all my cuts are heeled but every day I feel just what this poem says.

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Who Would've Known

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Published: November 2012

A single teardrop streams down her pale face,
a single letter wrapped in lace.
As she fakes her final smile, who would know that this was the last,
glares and laughter fill the hallway, who would know the truth of her past.

Her hidden legs covered in scars,
her pain and hurt kept behind bars.
Who would guess the lies she was in,
who would guess the torture she'd seen.

A broken home filled with drama and tears,
her last pieces of hope eaten by fears.
She's tired of the misery, tired of her suffering,
sick of the world from which she has nothing to gain,
sick of the people that have caused so much pain.

So is this the end? Or is this only the start.
Is there anyone to heal her breaking heart?
Waiting for the sun to light up her days,
Warm her weak body with it's glistening rays.

Will anyone notice before it's too late?
Is she ready, is this her fate?
Will she let this all slip away,
Is there anything left for her to say?

With her glassy eyes and those faraway looks,
her steady walk and pile of books,
she walks down the halfway for one last time,
the bells in her mind have begun to chime.
she'll leave the people that have caused so much pain,
leave the world that has been so unkind,
and a single teardrop streams down her pale face,
but nobody notices as she leaves this place.

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Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • Isabella by Isabella
  • 6 years ago

I started cutting when I was 10. I am 11 now and all my cuts are heeled but every day I feel just what this poem says.

  • Jo by Jo
  • 6 years ago

My best friend has a terrible life and as I read this I couldn't stop thinking about my best friends life or my life or the lives that has recently changed in the last few weeks all because I reached out to someone or even the fact that someone reached out to me and stopped me from killing myself. This piece is truly amazing ;^}

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