STOP Suicide Poems

Poems about Suicide and Depression

When a friend or family member commits suicide, everyone is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life's creatures. Even a blade of grass or flower fights for the privilege of life. When someone close to you voluntarily ends their lives, your entire value system is thrown into question. Family members or friends may also be consumed with guilt, thinking that they somehow should have seen the signs that led to the individual's suicide. Group therapy with others who have experienced this trauma as well as individual therapy may be necessary to help cope.

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1. Richard Cory
- By Edwin Arlington Robinson
A narrative poem, "Richard Cory" was first published in 1897, as part of The Children of the Night. It is one of Robinson's most popular and published poems.
The poem describes a person who is wealthy, well-educated, mannerly, and admired by the people in his town. Despite all this, he takes his own life.

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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2. If You Would Have Known
- By Shelby N. Merchen
- Published: September 2020
You Left Too Soon

I wrote this poem for my nephew who died by suicide at the age of 16. He was such a sweet kid and very talented. He taught himself how to play the piano and guitar and wrote a song at only 15 years of age. He left this world too soon.

If you could have seen the devastation,
shattered hearts you'd leave behind,
would you still have left this world that day?
Would it have made you change your mind?

If you could have seen the devastation,
shattered hearts you'd leave behind,
would you still have left this world that day?
Would it have made you change your mind?

If you'd known we'd cry so violently
and struggle just to breathe,
would that have made a difference?
Would you still have chosen to leave?

You left without a warning;
you left without saying "goodbye."
You left us with only questions.
The most important one is "why?"

Why did you believe
you had to face this world alone?
Why did you suffer silently?
We would have helped if we had known.

How long had you been hurting
before deciding you were done?
I'm glad your pain has ended,
but our pain has just begun.

So when you see us start to fall apart,
when our pain is too much to bear,
please take our hands and guide us;
remind us that you're there.

Help us hold on to the part of you;
you left us with your song.
Keep playing it in heaven.
We'll write the words and sing along.
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3. My Best Friend's Departure
- By Carina Spencer
- Published: November 2011
Grieving Cousin's Suicide

My cousin was my best friend, and sadly, he took his own life. I wish I could have helped him and changed the outcome, but the past cannot be changed. This poem is based on my grief and my regret and also my love for him and his life.

I jumped; you caught me.
I laughed; you joked.
I was down; you picked me up.
I crumbled; you glued me back together.

I jumped; you caught me.
I laughed; you joked.
I was down; you picked me up.
I crumbled; you glued me back together.
I loved you; you loved me back.

You jumped; I couldn't catch you.
You forgot to laugh; I couldn't remind you.
You were down; I couldn't hold you.
You crumbled; I had no glue.
You loved me; I still love you.

Without any warning or sign,
You ventured to a world divine.
I refused to say goodbye,
Yet tonight I cry.
My tears are for you, my friend,
But our legacy will not end.
For I shall see you soon,
But first I have living to do.
I promise I won't forget.
Your face is embedded in my heart.
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4. Troubled Heart
- By Ron Tranmer
- Published: December 2011
I have a friend who lost a son to suicide. I, too, have lost loved ones, even a small grandson, but realized through my friend that his kind of loss was likely the most devastating kind. His son was a great young man who unknowingly had trials, which brought him to take his own life. I wrote this poem for my friend and for all who experience such a loss.

The moment you took your life,
I felt mine ended too.
If I could only turn back time,
there's so much I would undo.

The moment you took your life,
I felt mine ended too.
If I could only turn back time,
there's so much I would undo.

I didn't see the warning signs.
You held them deep inside.
Struggles you were going through
you did so well to hide.

I'm left with guilt and sorrow
and confusion as to why.
You didn't tell me of your pain
and felt you had to die.

Every soul is precious
in the eyes of God above.
He will heal your troubled heart
with His never-ending love.

I'll put my faith in Him,
as I pray my heart will mend
and keep you in my memory
'till I'm with you once again.
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5. Jim
- By Jacqueline A. Grieve
- Published: October 2018
Suicide Of Brother

My brother Jim - age 46 - took his own life 5 years ago and left our family devastated. As far as we are aware, this was due to financial problems. A death by suicide is a death that leaves so many unanswered questions and so much guilt. It is hard to comprehend and makes the grieving process so much harder. Too many young people are finding it harder to cope with the pressures of society. This poem is just my story. There are many, too many more stories that are sadly the same.

If I had reached out my hand,
Would you have taken it that day?
Could I have made you feel better?
Could I have made you okay?

If I had reached out my hand,
Would you have taken it that day?
Could I have made you feel better?
Could I have made you okay?
Could I have pulled you away
From the dark into light?
Brought you right back to a safe place
And just held you tight?

Why didn't you shout louder?
Why couldn't we hear?
You were all alone that morning,
All alone in your fear.
I know we could have saved you
If we had just seen
You stuck in that pain and torment.
How long had it been?

Your burden you carried
In an invisible case.
You suffered in silence
With a smile on your face.
So many questions we have.
So many words unspoken.
Why didn't we know
That your life was so broken?

I miss you each day.
I try to understand your choice.
If I close my eyes, try hard,
I can still hear your voice.
I know you are free now,
Free to fly high.
I imagine I see you
When I look up to the sky.

I can't turn the clock back.
I can't change time,
But oh how I wish I could,
Sweet brother of mine.
I know you are still with us,
Watching, keeping us safe,
And one day we'll meet again
In a heavenly place.
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6. Save A Life
- By Emily Tekavec
- Published: January 2016
Poem About Stopping A Friend From Suicide

I wrote this poem when I had a friend who wanted to leave this world. I didn't know how to help him by talking to him, so I wrote him this poem. I wrote it 2 years ago, and still to this day he reads it and always thanks me for it. Maybe this can help one of your friends, as it did mine.

You come to me crying, saying it's done,
That life is pointless, I shouldn't have one.

I tell you to stop, I beg and I plead.

You come to me crying, saying it's done,
That life is pointless, I shouldn't have one.

I tell you to stop, I beg and I plead.
You say the knife is your friend, it wants you to bleed.

But everyone here wants you to stay.
I'm crying, I'm shaking, please don't go away.

Life means so much; you just haven't found out.
So forget who planted that seed of doubt.

And as your knives and guns disappear,
Still know that I'll always be here.

I know what it's like, I've been through it all,
So hang on tight, I'm not gonna let you fall.

Reach for my hand, 'cause it's held out for you.
My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.

If you leave, you'll be missed by many,
Especially me, and I will not forget any

Of the moments we had, laughs we shared,
The times we needed each other when we were scared.

The world wouldn't be better if you left, but worse,
And so now it's time for me to reverse this curse.

I'll teach you how to save a life,
So unlike many, it won't have to end in strife.
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7. That Girl
- By Amber
- Published: May 2008
Dad Doesn't Love Me

This poem was one I wrote after my dad told me he didn't love me. If you ever feel like this, then get help before it's too late.

Forever feeling her life is dying,
But the doctors keep on lying.
"Your daughter will be fine,
Just give her some time."

Forever feeling her life is dying,
But the doctors keep on lying.
"Your daughter will be fine,
Just give her some time."

But she wasn't okay
Because your baby girl took her life today.
She couldn't keep running
And she wouldn't stand living.

Her silent pleas for love
Left her heart on black doves.
"I'm in pain."
Her innocence cut, her pride slain.

Her cries fell on deaf ears,
So no one realized her fears.
No one saw her fatal change
Until her heart was out of range.

She wrote out letters,
Saying her life would be better.
She laid the pistol on her heart
And blew her body apart.

Her parents cry themselves to sleep
And all her friends weep.
They loved that girl well
And left her alone in hell.

Maybe her soul can be free
And everyone will see
The lost life of one teen
And the love there could have been.
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8. A Silent War
- By Lisa Miktuk
- Published: February 2010
Letter From Daughter To Dad Who Committed Suicide

When I was 15, my Dad committed suicide and I never got the chance to say goodbye. I want to tell this story to help others understand the value of time that they have to spend with loved ones. Always say "I love you" because you never know what may happen. It is the worst feeling in the world to know that they may not have known.

Leaving us without word, nothing left to say,
Mom and me are never going to forget that day.
Something must have hurt so bad and I simply turned my back,
There's so many things I want to say, but it seems the right words I lack.

Leaving us without word, nothing left to say,
Mom and me are never going to forget that day.
Something must have hurt so bad and I simply turned my back,
There's so many things I want to say, but it seems the right words I lack.

I never got to say goodbye or tell you that I care,
You must have felt all alone, desperate, hurt, and scared.
I wonder why you felt so bad that your pain engulfed your life,
I wonder if you thought of us, your daughter and your wife.
If I could go back in time and try to ease your pain,
I would dry all your tears when they fell like rain.
It must have been a place so dark that you could not see the light,
But here I am, your pain I feel, I cry myself to sleep at night.

So Daddy please forgive me, I was only 15 at the time,
I didn't realize how lucky I was that you were all mine.
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9. Missing You Forever
- By Sanaz Shokravi
- Published: October 2008
I wrote this poem 2 weeks after my brother took his own life. It has been a year now, but the pain hasn't gotten better. These words are just a way of expressing the pain.
He is missed-- Mehrshad Shokravi (October 31, 1980-October 8, 2007)

It's been two weeks today
that you finally got it your way.
You left us here, without a farewell,
leaving behind just your smell.

It's been two weeks today
that you finally got it your way.
You left us here, without a farewell,
leaving behind just your smell.

Everyone tells me to respect your decision
and understand that you fulfilled your mission,
but they don't understand my pain.
They don't know how it feels to be stuck under the rain

I wish I could hold you
and tell you that I love you.
I wish I could understand.
I wish I were there to hold your hand,
maybe I could have changed your mind.

The night that you decided to leave
and to no longer believe,
I know you weren't afraid anymore
of who would be waiting for you at the door.

I finally saw your last letter.
I was hoping it would make me feel better.
Instead, I miss you more,
and your last words made me swore.
It made me wish you weren't gone
because I don't know for how long I can stay strong.

It's been two weeks I lost you, brother.
It's been 2 weeks I lost my other.
I wish you had given me the chance
to take one last glance
at you face filled with love
before you flew away like a dove.

Rest in peace, brother.
I hope you will no longer suffer.
I will be waiting for you in my dreams
to re-live all those beautiful memories.

by Sanaz Shokravi
in the memory of my big brother
Mehrshad Shokravi
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10. Stress Is A Killer
- By Krista Ceci
- Published: June 2011
I wrote this poem after I got in a fight with my mom about wanting to kill myself.

Stress is feeding on me,
Sucking out my soul.
I feel my body weakening,
it refuses to let go.

Stress is feeding on me,
Sucking out my soul.
I feel my body weakening,
it refuses to let go.

I'm going kind of pale,
blood is dripping down my arm.
Tears are falling from my eyes;
a pain pierces my heart.

I'm confused
and don't know what to do.
I want to end it all,
but you don't want me to.

Living life is fine,
but stress makes it tough.
Your smile used to make me happy;
now that's not enough.

Stress is killing me,
putting me to rest.
But I'll try not to leave you,
I'll try my very best.
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11. A Friend Can Save A Life
- By Paige Bryant
- Published: March 2015
Poem About A Friend Making A Difference

I've lost people in my life because of suicide. The more I think about it, the more I think it's partially my fault for not being a good friend when they needed one.

That girl's heart aches,
Her smile is fake.
The cuts sting,
Her phone rings.

That girl's heart aches,
Her smile is fake.
The cuts sting,
Her phone rings.
She ignores
And thinks life's a bore.
But she doesn't know
There are people who care.
She doesn't know
That they've always been there.
She's tired of being joked at school.
She's tired of being called a fool.
She's ready to pull out the knife,
Ready to end her life.
There she sits alone crying,
Wondering about if she were dying.
"Would they even notice I was gone?"
Or would they just carry on?"
As she lures the knife,
She hears a strange sound.
She hides the blade
As her heart pounds.
She walks out the door.
There's her best friend
Trying to get in.
As her friend cried, she heard her say,
"Thank God you're okay!"

A FRIEND CAN SAVE A LIFE
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12. Became
- By Jodi M. Kucera
- Published: September 7, 2021
School Age Kids And Suicide

We all become "something" after we leave school, but what about the one who didn't make it past school?

He was the geeky kid, carrying all of his books,
That became a scientist who found the cure for the disease that overtook.

She was the quiet one, who was afraid no one would listen to what she had to say,

He was the geeky kid, carrying all of his books,
That became a scientist who found the cure for the disease that overtook.

She was the quiet one, who was afraid no one would listen to what she had to say,
Who is now the author that writes her words for thousands to read on a page.

He was the naughty boy, whose antics were a cry for help,
That became a cop because he knows how it felt.

She was the nervous, anxious girl, who took on everyone's problems,
That wanted to help others and became a psychologist with a doctorate.

He was the kid that was always in a fight,
Who became a lawyer that wants wrong turned right.

He was the jock that was under pressure to win the game,
Who became a pastor that tells people they are more than what others say.

She was the quirky girl trying to break free from the mold,
That became the fashion designer who is known for being bold.

She was the mean girl with only ugly words to say,
Who is now an advocate for other victims in pain.

But he was the kid that faded into the background,
The one who felt alone even when there was a crowd.

The one who felt like he was gasping for air.
Even though he was drowning; people were unaware.

He was the one whose inner demon had a voice that was too loud,
That told him there was no other way out.

He's the kid I often think about,
The one whose silence should have been a reverberating volume of sound.

He is the one that we'll never know what he could have become,
Because he was the kid who found the gun.
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13. Crazy, Crazy On The Wall
- By Anon
- Published: March 2015
Stigma Has Crushed And Hurt

Sorry if this is triggering for anyone, but stigma and prejudice are terrible.

Crazy, crazy on the wall
Are you the craziest of them all?
What you doing with that knife?
Why'd you want to end your life?

Crazy, crazy on the wall
Are you the craziest of them all?
What you doing with that knife?
Why'd you want to end your life?

Nutter, nutter on the roof
What are you, some kinda goof?
Can't you just pull yourself together?
And not end it all forever?

Looney, looney tying that rope
If you're feeling low, just smoke some dope
We all feel sad now and then
But this depression bull isn't attractive to men

Freak, freak, lying in bed
I know you don't really want to be dead
Just a cry for attention from a drama queen
Stop it! Grow up! You're no longer a teen

Maybe if you didn't say this stuff
I'd get help instead of trying to act tough
Stigma has crushed and hurt
So please think before you blurt
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14. After You're Gone
- By Shelby N. Merchen
- Published: September 16, 2021
Poem For A Person Who Is Considering Suicide

My poem is meant for any teen who is considering ending their life by suicide. Teen suicide has become an epidemic, one that has affected me personally. I wrote this poem to make teens aware of what happens when they are gone. Hopefully, it will deter them from suicide.

I want to paint a picture;
it's a scene that you should see.
If you decide to end your life,
what becomes of your family?

I want to paint a picture;
it's a scene that you should see.
If you decide to end your life,
what becomes of your family?

First, someone has to find you.
It will be a haunting sight,
Filled with panic and hysteria,
Screaming out in fright.

Maybe they will find you
Before you're actually dead.
Instead of going to the morgue,
A hospital instead.

To the tiny hope that you'll survive,
They'll cling with all their might
Until a doctor tells them sorrowfully
You won't make it through the night.

The next few days will be a blur.
A funeral is planned,
People come from out of town,
Neighbors lend a hand.

The house is full of people
To console your mom and dad.
Your little sister sits alone,
Feeling lost, confused, and sad.

But then the house gets quiet,
After everyone has gone,
They'll try to fill the silence,
Find a way to carry on.

They'll do their best to live their life,
The way it was before.
They'll eat their dinners at the table,
But there’s no talking anymore.

Soon your parents will start fighting.
Their marriage begins to wilt.
They'll cast blame upon each other,
Yet be consumed with their own guilt.

Your sister will feel lonely,
As your parents try to cope.
She wants to be a family,
But she's starting to lose hope.

Fast forward two years down the road,
Your sister's skipping class,
Your father looks for comfort
In the bottom of a glass.

Your mom uses medication
To try and ease her pain.
Pops pills by the handful,
She will never be the same.

A house once filled with love and laughter,
Feels cold and dark and sad.
Your sister's full of anger
Because you took her mom and dad.

Soon your dad stops coming home at night,
Your mom leaves her room no more.
Your sister's desperate cries for help
Are unheard behind closed doors.

Then your sister gives up fighting,
Can no longer stand the strife.
If only you were there,
You could probably save her life.

Your family now is shattered,
And it started all with you.
The loss of 1 child crushed them,
And now they have lost 2.

So before deciding to end your life,
I hope that you can see
The tragic ending of your family
Is what will come to be.

You see a family is like a puzzle,
An imperfect piece of art.
If you start removing pieces,
Soon the whole thing falls apart.

But this picture that I've painted,
Full of darkness, death, and dread,
Still has a chance to replaced
With a happy one instead.

There are people who will help you,
You just have to use your voice.
At least give them a chance,
Before you make a deadly choice.
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15. How I Feel
- By Lyn
- Published: June 2007
A poem on battling dark thoughts

Sometimes I just wish I could run away and hide.
No matter where I go though, these feelings stay inside.
How can I stay here and live each day a lie,
When all I want to do is close my eyes and die?

Sometimes I just wish I could run away and hide.
No matter where I go though, these feelings stay inside.
How can I stay here and live each day a lie,
When all I want to do is close my eyes and die?
I see the pain I cause you, with every tear I shed.
I plead with you now mum, let me go instead.
I wish I could take you with me, to a happy place,
Whether it exists though, is time for me to face.
Can I ask for your forgiveness? For you to set me free.
It may seem ungrateful, but this life's not meant for me.
Thank you for all your love, for all the time we shared,
It means the world to me, to know that someone cared.
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16. Trapped
- By KELSIE
- Published: June 2014
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.

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

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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17. The Fight
- By Anna
- Published: September 2009
I wrote this not because I wanted to commit suicide; it was just all the emotions I had in me that wrote this...

My body's cold,
lips are blue.
Why did I do this because of you?

My body's cold,
lips are blue.
Why did I do this because of you?

I feel the earth below me
like a pillow under my head.
No knives, no guns, but pills instead.

The bottle lays empty,
cap unscrewed.
What did I do? What did I do?

My spirit floats, my body lays.
My lover finds me,
and he prays.

I reach for him.
I'm sucked away,
like a deep crest of a wave.

He pounds the ground,
screaming why, oh why?
I asked myself why did I?

My parents arrive, my best friend too
I thought to myself, what did I do!?

I look away, the pain's too deep.
My life is over because of me.

I look back for one last glance.
They zip me up in the body bag.
I did this to ease my pain.
I lost instead of gained.

As I look down at my family,
I regret that night.
My life stopped ticking
because of a fight.
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18. Gone Too Soon
- By Lisa Milczarski
- Published: July 2013
Brother Suicide Regret Poem

I wrote this poem from the viewpoint of my closest and dearest friend after her brother took his own life. I knew there were things she wanted to say but didn't know how to express...so I tried to express the feelings for her in writing.

I know you're in heaven dancing and free
but there's so much more you should be here to see.

So many things I never got to say

I know you're in heaven dancing and free
but there's so much more you should be here to see.

So many things I never got to say
because I never thought that you would go away.

I never told you 'cause I thought that you knew,
but would that have changed what you planned to do?

I am glad that you are free from the fears you held inside,
but I wish you had come to me and put aside your pride.

The world is a lonelier place without you.
I guess that you thought this was all you could do.

When I see you again, I'll tell you that you were wrong
and how much I've missed you every day you've been gone.
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19. I Didn't Want You To Die
- By Bruce Cassidy
- Published: June 2008
Poem About Guilt Over Friend's Suicide

I felt like it was my fault when my best friend committed suicide after quitting drugs because I accidentally overdosed...

I miss you man; won't you please come back
'Cause you were loved; didn't you know that?
You saved my life; I could talk to you.
I would have saved yours if only I knew.

I miss you man; won't you please come back
'Cause you were loved; didn't you know that?
You saved my life; I could talk to you.
I would have saved yours if only I knew.

Was it my fault that you ended your life?
Did I hand you the rope? Did I sharpen the knife?
I can't help but think that the night I OD'd
Was the moment that Death came and planted the seed.

The reruns come often: you sitting so still,
The sounds and the smell and the bone crushing chill,
The note on the table, your hand on the ground...
They haunt all my nightmares yet save me somehow.

So this I am writing to lessen the pain,
And maybe just somehow you'll hear me again.
And if on occasion you notice I cry,
You'll understand I didn't want you to die.
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20. A Friend Commits Suicide
- By Amiee
- Published: April 2008
Poem About Missing A Friend Who Passed Away

One of my closest friends committed suicide last year. Gone Too Soon.

You were like a brother to me,
My very best friend.
You said you would always be there.
You promised we would never end.

You were like a brother to me,
My very best friend.
You said you would always be there.
You promised we would never end.

I remember when we were three.
You said you would always be there for me.
I guess what you say and do are two different things,
When it comes to me and you.

I know I can't blame it on you,
What else am I supposed to do?
Why did you do it?
Make yourself die?
We could have talked it over.
Made it all right.

Some people say it's going to be all right.
I pray for you every single night.
Hoping that you'll come back to me,
But it's impossible, don't you see.

I know you'll be with me until I die.
Then we'll be reunited up in the sky.
Even though now we aren't together,
In the heavens we will be reunited forever...
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1. Richard Cory

2. If You Would Have Known

I wrote this poem for my nephew who died by suicide at the age of 16. He was such a sweet kid and very talented. He taught himself how to play the piano and guitar and wrote a song at only 15 years of age. He left this world too soon.

3. My Best Friend's Departure

My cousin was my best friend, and sadly, he took his own life. I wish I could have helped him and changed the outcome, but the past cannot be changed. This poem is based on my grief and my regret and also my love for him and his life.

4. Troubled Heart

5. Jim

6. Save A Life

I wrote this poem when I had a friend who wanted to leave this world. I didn't know how to help him by talking to him, so I wrote him this poem. I wrote it 2 years ago, and still to this day he reads it and always thanks me for it. Maybe this can help one of your friends, as it did mine.

7. That Girl

This poem was one I wrote after my dad told me he didn't love me. If you ever feel like this, then get help before it's too late.

8. A Silent War

9. Missing You Forever

I wrote this poem 2 weeks after my brother took his own life. It has been a year now, but the pain hasn't gotten better. These words are just a way of expressing the pain. He is missed-- Mehrshad Shokravi (October 31, 1980-October 8, 2007)

10. Stress Is A Killer

I wrote this poem after I got in a fight with my mom about wanting to kill myself.

11. A Friend Can Save A Life

I've lost people in my life because of suicide. The more I think about it, the more I think it's partially my fault for not being a good friend when they needed one.

12. Became

We all become "something" after we leave school, but what about the one who didn't make it past school?

13. Crazy, Crazy On The Wall

Sorry if this is triggering for anyone, but stigma and prejudice are terrible.

14. After You're Gone

My poem is meant for any teen who is considering ending their life by suicide. Teen suicide has become an epidemic, one that has affected me personally. I wrote this poem to make teens aware of what happens when they are gone. Hopefully, it will deter them from suicide.

15. How I Feel

A poem on battling dark thoughts

16. Trapped

17. The Fight

I wrote this not because I wanted to commit suicide; it was just all the emotions I had in me that wrote this...

18. Gone Too Soon

I wrote this poem from the viewpoint of my closest and dearest friend after her brother took his own life. I knew there were things she wanted to say but didn't know how to express...so I tried to express the feelings for her in writing.

19. I Didn't Want You To Die

I felt like it was my fault when my best friend committed suicide after quitting drugs because I accidentally overdosed...

20. A Friend Commits Suicide

One of my closest friends committed suicide last year. Gone Too Soon.

I wrote this poem 2 weeks after my brother took his own life. It has been a year now, but the pain hasn't gotten better. These words are just a way of expressing the pain.
He is missed-- Mehrshad Shokravi (October 31, 1980-October 8, 2007)