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41. All My Life
- By Jackie
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008
This is dedicated to my second cousin, who was very, very close to me.

Poem For Cousin Who Killed Himself

All of my life
I've been waiting for you,
but what's the point in waiting
for someone that only is your dreams come true?...

All of my life
I've been waiting for you,
but what's the point in waiting
for someone that only is your dreams come true?

I remember what you like,
but in case I forget I have one photograph,
but the things I will remember most
are things like your smile and things like your laugh.

I will always remember
sitting in the front of your car,
with music playing too loud,
playing air guitar.

When you pulled the trigger in your car,
there was a pink blanket in the make seat,
and that pink blanket was mine,
You had seen wins, and loss, and now showed me defeat.

You thought since I grew up
and you knew that I would be okay,
that it was finally time to end your life,
but did you know you did it on my birthday?

You said in the note
that I added four years to your life,
and I wish I could have added more,
maybe if I would you'd have had a wife.

I don't have many memories, but the ones I do I'll never forget,
because even though I was only four
I remember what you looked like on the outside
and so much more.

I think of you every day,
and often shed a tear,
you would be turning fifty
next year.

All of my life
I'll wait for you,
and in Heaven if your there,
you'll know what you put me through.
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42. The Same Old Stuff
- By Carconti Etva
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008
I think I have had just about enough
of the sympathetic "stick it out and be tough."

I abhor the person who said the line,

I think I have had just about enough
of the sympathetic "stick it out and be tough."

I abhor the person who said the line,
"Don't worry honey, everything'll be fine."

Beware to the person who comes my way
saying, "Tomorrow will be a better day."

I wish I could meet the person who made
that all around classic "don't be afraid."

Can you understand what these lines do?
Nothing, that's my point of view.

People get sick of the same old stuff.
Not everyone is your definition of "tough."

These lines are a way to justify means
that we've done our part as human beings.

Some people think "oh they're fine"
after the end of your clever little line.

But do you understand the turmoil and strife
that may be poisoning this person's life?

They dig for understanding like a heartbroken miner,
and all you can give is a sorry one-liner.

We all must do our part
in helping people gain a new start.

These things go slowly, I know.
The least we can do is try though.

People get sick of the same old stuff.
As I've said, I've had enough.
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43. Happy 17
- By Shane
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008
I am a father who lost my daughter through suicide at the tender age of 15 in February 2007. I cherish the time that was given to me while she was with me. There was truly a magical spirit within her that made her unique, like all our children. I unfortunately know the pain this brings to a parent. I have a beautiful son who I devote all the time to. Don't let a chance go past without taking it.

Dad Loses Daughter To Suicide

Was on this day that your were born
A ray of sunshine that I adorned
From heaven above you were sent to us
Hand crafted and unique, one of a kind you were made...

Was on this day that your were born
A ray of sunshine that I adorned
From heaven above you were sent to us
Hand crafted and unique, one of a kind you were made

With big brown eyes and a gorgeous smile
Why couldn't you stay longer than a while
An aura you had that shown like a star
I search and look in the night sky you are

As quickly as you arrived
You had suddenly departed
Not right, not fair
For your life had only just started

So today a wish I make for you
One of love and happiness
Happy birthday to my girl so true
You'll always be in my heart and soul

Beautiful as a butterfly
Your spirit set free
Wishing I could be near you
To hold you close to me

Happy birthday my sweetheart
Forever loved
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44. Missing You Forever
- By Sanaz Shokravi
- Published by Family Friend Poems 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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45. Death, You Are My Friend And The Love Of My Life
- By Joseph
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008
This poem shows how I saw depression, a person who I could trust so much.

As I hold hands with this hooded person.
His hands as cold as ice,
his black eyes as dead as night.
He leads me to an overpass and tells me how to forget about the past. ...

As I hold hands with this hooded person.
His hands as cold as ice,
his black eyes as dead as night.
He leads me to an overpass and tells me how to forget about the past.
As the words trust me slip out of his cold dead lips,
I reached up and gave him a kiss.
I pulled his hood off and it revealed a girl,
I said ok take me away from this world.
She said step of the over-pass so you can let go of your past.
As I step of the edge I fell towards the earth.
I remember all my life while I was in mid-flight.
Then I forgot it all at the end of the fall.
As I land on the highway I died that very day.
I looked ahead and a light revealed the gates of heaven and I realized it was the end.
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46. Thank You
- By Sarah
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008
This poem is a suicide note from a person choosing to give up without the support of a special person who was once around.

A Suicide Note

I can't take it, it's come to me.
That this life wasn't meant to be.
As I take this choice and let myself go.
I think to myself, how you'd say no!...

I can't take it, it's come to me.
That this life wasn't meant to be.
As I take this choice and let myself go.
I think to myself, how you'd say no!
How you'd hold me close and tell my you care.
It's just too bad you couldn't be there.
It's not your fault, at least you tried.
Now all you can do is sit there and cry.
Remember the times we shared.
Remember I always cared.
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47. I Didn't Want You To Die
- By Bruce Cassidy
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008
I felt like it was my fault when my best friend committed suicide after quitting drugs because I accidentally overdosed...

Poem About Guilt Over Friend's Suicide

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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48. What Would You Do
- By Christina
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008
What happens after rape

You look at her and call her a whore
when she is fighting in this secret war.
you do not know what she has been through,
but with the most sincere regret I do....

You look at her and call her a whore
when she is fighting in this secret war.
you do not know what she has been through,
but with the most sincere regret I do.
I cried with her every night
but then one day she gave up the fight.
the truth of the story is that she was not a whore
it was without consent that he came through her door.
there was nothing she could do or say
he pushed her out of his way
she tried to scream and shout as loud as she could
but it didn't do her any good.
Once everything was said and done
9 months later she had a son.
She could never get past the pain
so here in front of me she lays
there's a hole through her head as she lies in a pool of red.
There is nothing that you can do or say
For she has long gone away
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49. A Friend's Secret Suicide
- By Emma Deary
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008
This poem was written on Halloween Night, 10/31/07 at 9:45pm. At the time, I could not stand my friends and I wrote a goodbye letter to them. At the time, I was suicidal. This only worsened until the breaking point in December. December 31, I called it quits. I told my best friends in the entire world I hated them. Looking back on it, I did that because I was too depressed and I only wanted to be left alone forever. Now, I see this only caused much worse problems. As now, I have lost three of my best friends and it is much too late to get them back. I didn't kill myself obviously. But I was so close. Extremely close, and this goes out to my three old best friends, who never knew the real me.

To my (old) friends: AH, RW, KF

You were all part of my life,
In the beginning you were always there helping me along, inch by inch....

To my (old) friends: AH, RW, KF

You were all part of my life,
In the beginning you were always there helping me along, inch by inch.
But that thread we had has finally snapped.
I could have ignored you without a second thought, no worries, not a flinch.

But, I played along.
I sang my own desperate song of how one day you would understand.
But you never did.
Never tried to comfort me or hold my hand.
You all ignored it even though deep inside, you know I WAS NOT MYSELF
I no longer laughed,
But replaced that smile with a disturbed frown.
I no longer had fun with you,
This replaced by the constant though of how to drown.

And yet, you were not there.
It was like you didn't even notice,
Like I was no longer important,
YOU JUST DIDN'T CARE!
And STILL, you did not acknowledge me, and this I could see.
You were unaware of the problems that slowly, one by one, took my life from me.

I have no life now,
I hope you are aware of THIS.
You will never have to worry
And I send you this one last goodbye, this one last kiss.
For I have melted away now; dissolved.
And STILL, me, you DO NOT MISS.
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50. Why?
- By Ashleybabii
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008
watching as someone dies

Seeing Someone Die

Why did this happen?
I can't believe this.
She laid there restless
With a gash on her wrist....

Why did this happen?
I can't believe this.
She laid there restless
With a gash on her wrist.
I ran to her in panic...she made no sound
My heart began to uncontrollably pound.
Tears streamed down my face
I began to shake.
Thoughts were running through my mind
PLEASE HELP FOR HEAVENS SAKE!!
There was nothing I could do
There was nothing I could say
I knew this was the end
She lay there breathless...dead..
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51. That Girl
- By Amber
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008
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.

Dad Doesn't Love Me

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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52. A Friend Commits Suicide
- By Amiee
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2008
One of my closest friends committed suicide last year. Gone Too Soon.

Poem About Missing A Friend Who Passed Away

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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53. Alone
- By Daniel Moreton
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2008
I am 22 years old and attempted suicide 3 times. I am happy at times, married to a gorgeous man, but depression once overran my life. I hope this poem helps people see how things change and some don't. Love yourself.

Tried To Commit Suicide

I feel so alone.
I'm hopeless in life,
I try to be happy but only find it with a knife.
It slips through my wrists and flows from my veins,

I feel so alone.
I'm hopeless in life,
I try to be happy but only find it with a knife.
It slips through my wrists and flows from my veins,
a crimson waterfall that's born from pain.

Happiness is a concept burned from my soul,
this beautiful entity now covered in shadow,
will slip from this body that's been used as a tool,
for sex,
drugs,
I'm a worthless fool.

I died once!

As I hung in the air, I thought about life of those who do care,
my mother and farher,
partner,
friends and my pup,
those whom I loved and knew one day we'd meet up,
but I was cheated of that blessing and brought back to this cruel world,
overrun with rapists back into the cold.

Now I live in the shadows,
my cries being covered with smiles.
Twenty-four hours being watched,
endless nights being touched,
friends to hold my hand, future plans,

and yet....
I feel so alone!
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54. It Spoke The Word Suicide
- By Stevie Winchester
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007
I wrote this shortly after one of my childhood friends shot himself. it's hard, but I learned from it daily. but I don't want to dwell over it anymore, I want to use it to help. as well as a few other hard things that have happened in my life.

Poem About A Friends Suicide

A smile, a laugh
a tear, a frown
a sad young boy none knew was falling down
he was falling way too fast...

A smile, a laugh
a tear, a frown
a sad young boy none knew was falling down
he was falling way too fast
no one seems to notice
no one seemed to hear
for when he put that gun in place
no one happened to be near
he left with out a warning
he left without a sign
just a dead young boy
with a shallow gun by his side
again no one heard
as his death was being fired
and after the funeral was planned
after everybody came
the tears fell on his casket
they left a foot printed stain
then everyone noticed
then everyone heard
for the warning had came
the signs were all right there
now there is no smile
now there is no laugh
now there's just a tear
and his picture placed in glass
since he left no letter
since he left no trace
the gun spoke his last words
that gun (it) put this sad young boy; right back in his place...

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55. Confessions Of A Cutter
- By Sebrina Newman
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007
This poem was written when I was going throw some hard times and I thought that everything would be better if I wasn't here.

Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin...

Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin

Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain

Satisfaction
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain

Anguish
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin

Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I
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56. The Mirror
- By Spencer Castro
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007
This poem was originally birthed on 8/28/07. I was going through some rough times, and crazy thoughts were going through my mind...

Suicidal Thoughts

My life is now my delusion,
A world made of fantasies.
Happiness is no longer the illusion,
My life is my new disease.

My life is now my delusion,
A world made of fantasies.
Happiness is no longer the illusion,
My life is my new disease.

No longer waiting to see what happens,
No more waiting on fate.
I will decide where it all ends,
I will show you all my hate.

You claim to be full of anger,
You spread nothing but lies.
Your time in my mind is in danger,
For you are whom I truly despise.

The look in your eyes is hard to handle.
It's almost something to be feared.
Is this true or just another scandal?
Where is your face--just mine I see mirrored.
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57. How I Feel
- By Lyn
- Published by Family Friend Poems 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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58. A Cutters Guide To Survive
- By Lanie
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2007
This is kind of two poems in one. I hope you like it, and if you do, I hope it makes you feel better about something.

As I sit in my room,
Wondering what I should do,
I slowly take this knife,
And try to form a better life....

As I sit in my room,
Wondering what I should do,
I slowly take this knife,
And try to form a better life.
The pain is released from my body by now,
I just can't help but to scream out loud.
Everything is erased,
I know I can easily be replaced.
I'm stuck in this place,
Against all human race,
Drinking away the pain,
It keeps me from going insane.
The dark is one place I don't fear,
Asking myself, when am I getting out of here?
These thoughts keep coming to my mind,
Just wish I could find,
The truth that says it all.
I want to give up and just let everything fall.
The world as we know it is coming to an end.
I'm wondering if I should press, delete, or send?
Where were you when I needed you the most?
Why are you so scared of my ghost?
Trying to keep from falling apart,
Stabbing me in the heart.
I know that my future isn't supposed to be here,
It's supposed to be in a grave that is very near.
I want to say goodbye to my family and friends,
Just want to let you know that there are dead ends.
Whatever happens in the future,
I want you to know what I say is pure.
If there was one piece of advice I could give,
I would say just sit back and live how you want to live.
Now I think it's time for me to go,
In hopes that this poem will bring you home.
Is this **** really true,
I don't know what else I can do.
I want to give you this rose,
The end was so close,
But now it's so far away,
That is I'm done, I have no more to say.
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59. Why Dad Did You Choose Suicide?
- By Christina M. Butz
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
Why Dad? Why did you chose suicide? You left no note.

Why Dad?
Why did you chose to die?
You left no note but left me asking why.
You thought you were doing what was best and right.

Why Dad?
Why did you chose to die?
You left no note but left me asking why.
You thought you were doing what was best and right.
Why, oh why, did you have to end the fight?
Your pain is something I will never understand.
You must have been so afraid to take this stand.
You left me with a title I am sad to attain:
Suicide Survivor, but who should I blame?
I know your decision was painful to make.
The thoughts in your head
Must have been unbearable to take.
Now that you're gone, I think of you a lot.
You couldn't have known the suffering this has brought.
I pray you are at peace my angel, but I am in pain.
I count the minutes to heaven and seeing you again.
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60. All My Life
- By Nicole M. Preble
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
Such an act effects everyone around it. Like a rock thrown in a pool causing ever wider circles in the water.

Poem On The Effects of Suicide

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 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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41. All My Life

This is dedicated to my second cousin, who was very, very close to me.

42. The Same Old Stuff

43. Happy 17

44. 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)

45. Death, You Are My Friend And The Love Of My Life

This poem shows how I saw depression, a person who I could trust so much.

46. Thank You

This poem is a suicide note from a person choosing to give up without the support of a special person who was once around.

47. 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...

48. What Would You Do

What happens after rape

49. A Friend's Secret Suicide

50. Why?

watching as someone dies

51. 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.

52. A Friend Commits Suicide

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

53. Alone

I am 22 years old and attempted suicide 3 times. I am happy at times, married to a gorgeous man, but depression once overran my life. I hope this poem helps people see how things change and some don't. Love yourself.

54. It Spoke The Word Suicide

I wrote this shortly after one of my childhood friends shot himself. it's hard, but I learned from it daily. but I don't want to dwell over it anymore, I want to use it to help. as well as a few other hard things that have happened in my life.

55. Confessions Of A Cutter

This poem was written when I was going throw some hard times and I thought that everything would be better if I wasn't here.

56. The Mirror

This poem was originally birthed on 8/28/07. I was going through some rough times, and crazy thoughts were going through my mind...

57. How I Feel

A poem on battling dark thoughts

58. A Cutters Guide To Survive

This is kind of two poems in one. I hope you like it, and if you do, I hope it makes you feel better about something.

59. Why Dad Did You Choose Suicide?

Why Dad? Why did you chose suicide? You left no note.

60. All My Life

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

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)