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41. It Is Over
- By Cheryl Charette Johnson
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016
Our lives can change in an instant and sometimes beyond our understanding. These are random thoughts written the day before my brother's funeral in July 2010. We do not ask to be affected by suicide; it happens. My brother was 40 years old and my only sibling - we were very close. I am publishing this poem to dispel the stigma of something that many people don't discuss. My view of suicide has changed through this experience, especially for those who have mental illness. I hope somehow this poem brings comfort to anyone who is affected by something that seems so incomprehensible. You are not alone.

Poem About Life Changing After Losing A Loved One

Hush.

It is quiet,
So very quiet.

Hush.

It is quiet,
So very quiet.
I am left alone now.
No longer to hear your voice
It is so...so very quiet.

Snippets of memories flash before me,
Like a kaleidoscope with multi-dimensional, brilliant colors.
No rhyme or reason in their placement, yet when they fall into place,
They form a beautiful pattern of colorful hues.

I am transfixed.

There are no answers as to why you are gone,
But like the kaleidoscope, your brilliance left patterns on this earth
For those of us left behind.

It is what we do with your brilliance that matters - because you matter.

And as the randomness of the colorful images takes shape,
The transformation of the images becomes something beautiful.
I can reflect in the quiet of the moment - nothing left to say,
For I believe in my heart there is only peace.

Hush.
It is so quiet,
So very...very quiet.

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42. 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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43. I Had To Cry Tonight
- By Greg M
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2013
Our son took his life on a cold wintry night in February of 2009. He loved the outdoors, especially in winter. He love to hunt, fish and race snowmobiles with me. This was written on one of those tearful, sleepless nights the next winter.

Poem From Father About Sons Suicide

Winter is here, the air is cold, the snow is deep.

His favorite time of year, he loved the outdoors and the
challenges of the hunt, the fish, the race....

Winter is here, the air is cold, the snow is deep.

His favorite time of year, he loved the outdoors and the
challenges of the hunt, the fish, the race.

We planned together, worked together to prepare, and then raced
together as only a son and father can.

We shared our victories and defeats as only two best friends can.

The pictures of Christmas past are only images on a glossy
piece of paper.

They are no longer memories to relive and share together.

There are no more races to be won or lost.

There are no more stories of the hunt or the fish.

There are only memories of what was and the realization
of what there will not be.

I had to cry tonight.
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44. 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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45. 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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46. The Man She Could Never Have
- By Jude Gurr
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010
How Could You?

I'll walk down the aisle all alone
No ones there they all went home

I see the coffin I see your face...

I'll walk down the aisle all alone
No ones there they all went home

I see the coffin I see your face
How could you do such a disgrace

I can't hear your voice I can't speak your name
This doesn't feel like before it doesn't feel the same

I don't understand I can't contemplate
All I do is feel so much misery and hate

Why did you leave me why did you die
Was it to waste my time or watch me cry

How could this be better how can I remain
When every breathe I take causes so much pain

As the day goes by I have to watch my loved ones cry
Just because you couldn't stand to live that you had to die

I don't know what you were thinking but I see what you have done
And all of this just because you thought drugs would be fun

I can't do this anymore I can't stand to watch them fall
As your drunken little girl stumbles down the hall

Into your empty bedroom she hurries up her pace
You can tell she has been crying from the marks left on her face

Do you feel better know you've gone
Will she feel better knowing she was wronged

She was taken from her dad
The only man that loved her he was all she had

Now she is left with nothing Just a picture and your ring
Does she know she will see you die every night in her dreams

You where once her dad
And know you're the man she can never have.
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47. Tears Of A Dead Man
- By Vili P. Lahtinen
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017
I made this poem when I was deeply depressed to remind me of "good things" in my life and stop me from contemplating suicide. So far it has worked.

Poem About Suicide And Regret

The morning sky is colored red with blood.
Meaning that someone died last night.
I wonder why. This morning casts a foul mood.
Something seems off today; this doesn't feel right.

The morning sky is colored red with blood.
Meaning that someone died last night.
I wonder why. This morning casts a foul mood.
Something seems off today; this doesn't feel right.

Was it me that died?

I hear a presence, creeping closer and closer,
Dead silent but clear as day.
He appears before me pale as the moon.
A melancholy look on his face, he speaks.

Another one who just didn't see
How good your life would have been.
If just for a few years had you waited
Before ending your life you so much hated.

Look at what you had! Lost now forever.
I can't see why you're so sad.
You weren't alone, nor were you too bad
of a person to seek a second chance.

It's clear now I made a mistake unthinkable.
Wasted my life with a knife.
It seemed then so unbearable,
But now I'm even more miserable.
Last tears of a dying man.

Another one who just didn't see
How good his life would have been.
If just for a few years had he waited
Before ending his life he so much hated.

It's clear now he made a mistake unthinkable.
Wasted his life with a knife.
It seemed then so unbearable,
But now he's ever so miserable.
Last tears of a dead man!
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48. Forget
- By Devon
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2011
I lost a very dear friend to suicide... It has been very hard to cope with the loss. He was everything to me...and now, he is gone </3

Poem About A Best Friend's Suicide

So lost, just as you were.
As I made my way into the crowd.
Black surrounds me...
So do the many tearful eyes of my friends....

So lost, just as you were.
As I made my way into the crowd.
Black surrounds me...
So do the many tearful eyes of my friends.
My eyes are red and swollen as well,
I had cried myself to sleep last night.
I remember three days ago,
You had looked me straight in the eye,
moved closer, and wrapped your arms around me.
"what's wrong?"
"nothing"
in reality, everything was wrong...
But I am here now,
placing my sight my best friend.
Now lying still in the soft lining,
Of his casket.
Tears flood my puffy eyes,
they sting...
reminding me that this is real.
That I can never forget my best friend.
R.I.P. Justice Goodwin </3
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49. No More Pain
- By Reann Roden
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2009
My uncle committed suicide the day after Christmas in 2007. It hurts so bad that he did what he did. I miss him terribly.. I don't and will never understand. To the people who are thinking about committing suicide you can live through anything. YOU can make a difference. Your family DOES love you, and friends. Even people you don't know...like me. Don't let your family go through the pain I feel right now and will for the rest of my life.

Crazy thoughts in his head,
all he wants is to be dead.
Inside he's screaming, feels a lot of pain,
day by day he's going insane....

Crazy thoughts in his head,
all he wants is to be dead.
Inside he's screaming, feels a lot of pain,
day by day he's going insane.

His drinking increases he wont stop,
all that including smoking pot.
Drugs thinking for him, he can't think,
all he wants is for his mind to be blank.

He plans the day, says goodbye,
we think jail, but that was a lie.
He's screaming we don't hear him,
"This is the only way", he thinks,
"I'm not going back to the pin."
He tries to seek help, they don't listen, they didn't care how he felt.

That night he took a rope put it around his neck and choked.
No more pain, at least not for him,
all because of drinking and drugs I lost my best friend.

No more crazy thoughts in his head,
he got what he wanted...now he's dead.
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50. Life's Many Choices
- By Brandon
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2010
I was inspired by my friend Becca to start writing poetry. I found it was a great way to organize my thoughts and feelings. This one was written after Holly broke up with me and I was extremely depressed. Please don't feel bad for me cause she asked me back out the next day.

Life shattered in an instant
Like fragmenting glass before his eyes
Everything seemed so perfect
Until it became full of lies...

Life shattered in an instant
Like fragmenting glass before his eyes
Everything seemed so perfect
Until it became full of lies

Now he had many options
Of only one he had to choose
But no matter what he decided
He knew he would always lose

Every time it happened the same
All would be going right
But in the end he was to blame
When it crashed into the night

He had to make a choice now
Or life would just end
If he didn't Satan would bow
And say "good game my friend"

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51. I Gave Up Life Because Of Your Game
- By Beci
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2013
I wrote this poem because there are times I want to leave this world because at times I find it heartless. During my life I have had many challenges, I had a person in life that would torment me and abuse me thinking it was all a game and I have been close to ending my life because of this person, but what has kept me going was the person I love the most in life, if I were to commit suicide I would make sure I leave a letter saying how much I truly love him.

Life is life
life I behold
I'm giving up
So I have been told ...

Life is life
life I behold
I'm giving up
So I have been told
By the monster in my head
It talks to me
As I lay cold in bed

Music pounds my ears
Screams are all I hear
It's time to give up
This day I have not feared
Looking down I see the cuts on my wrist
"I'm emo" they say, I am ashamed of this

I grab paper and pen
I'll write my feelings for you, that I pretend
"I love you more then anything" I never admitted
And I'm sorry for this suicide I just committed

So I grab a rope
For so long I have hoped
My head goes through
I choke on my breath
And soon feel the cold of death

A shadow against the wall
Of my hanging body
My pain is gone, I feel nothing at all

I look at my pale face
My eyes will never be opened again
As I have left this place, decided that this was my faith

My soul has drifted away
No more cold nights of having to pray

I am free of pain
But I am also ashamed
That I gave up my life
Because of your game
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52. Let Me Go
- By Tiffany Lacour
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2010
I'm 14 years old. I am living with major depression. I wrote this poem in class one day. It's a small look into my head. All day I have these awful morbid thoughts. I know suicide would be selfish. I used to cut, but not anymore. I have been inpatient hospitalized three times. I know all about what I'm supposed to do and how to deal. Except it's like my mind is a demon fighting back at me. My worst fear is my own mind killing me.

Just a girl
In this world while it twirls when it whirls
her head in a haze
can't seem to find away out...

Just a girl
In this world while it twirls when it whirls
her head in a haze
can't seem to find away out
If she screams no matter what she shouts
Not a soul hears her cry
There's nothing but dark skies
She's consumed by her morbid thoughts
Everything around, the pain has brought
Her slit wrists
Her bloody grip
She raised her arm once more
on the bathroom floor
the blood reaches her neck life flows out
still not a soul listens for her shout
she's left she's flown
to a happier place
where even her scars are no disgrace
that girl now has a smile on her face
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53. You Will Never Know
- By Joshua Abbott
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2009
It is of a time when I had nobody to turn to and contemplated suicide. I eventually let myself open up and I have since overcome it.

You will never know how I feel inside,
The pain that still resides,
Happiness was once in my life,
Those days have long since ceased....

You will never know how I feel inside,
The pain that still resides,
Happiness was once in my life,
Those days have long since ceased.

My body covered in holes,
One for every soul who hurt me,
I have begun to become transparent,
You can see right through me.

The lies, the anguish, the pain,
All of this shows,
The look in my eyes that never glows.

A face of desolate proportions,
One that shows every imperfection,
I can no longer hide myself from the world,
I can no longer feel this way inside,
If I continue I will die.

In a sense I have,
My blood is all around,
Splattered in a beautiful pattern,
Where in ecstasy I laugh and smile.

The pain is there still but it fades,
I deserve this hurt,
It makes me get thrills,
I feel everything and nothing at once,
Overcome with things I should leave be,
I will never understand them.

Now I must move on,
No more pain,
No more anguish,
No more lies,
No more me inside.

Goodbye from my inner self,
Hello from my outer self,
The one that I have locked away and imprisoned,
It will return and soon I will show you who I am,
My happiness is important so don't hurt me anymore,
I cant take the pain,
So Until I can ,
Goodbye
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54. 15 Stitches
- By Laura Solis
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
An attempted suicide as a cry for help finally helps her parents see how badly she needs their love.

Fifteen stitches on my left arm
Had nothing to do with the pain in my heart.
Broken glass was what did the harm,
Not the thoughts in my head or the hand that I love.

Fifteen stitches on my left arm
Had nothing to do with the pain in my heart.
Broken glass was what did the harm,
Not the thoughts in my head or the hand that I love.

Behind the bandage were the secrets I kept
With no one to blame but two troubled heads.
You never saw all the clues that I left,
Not even the letter that said where I went.

I could have posted it up on a billboard or wall
But you would have looked past it with no clue at all.
I kept it inside for a really long time
With nothing to show but the tears that I cried.

You're perfect! You told me you do nothing wrong
And that's what I thought when I did what I've done.
Again the tears fell from the eyes of a child
Who never felt loved, not even a while.

A's and A's were my grades in school.
With that, I thought that I had you fooled,
But as soon as a B or C would show up
Your word would bring back the blood from my arm.

We're your parents! You told me we know what's best for you now!
So how come you locked me in this hell house
I tried to escape, I tried to just leave
But no one would give me a sharp knife or key

Only the dead can come back to life
But why does the living feel so dead inside
I repeated that over and over again
But that wouldn't change the thoughts in my head

I'm not perfect! I said I do everything wrong!
And that's what I said when you knew what I've done
Dripping down was the blood of a child
Who never felt loved, not even a while

As I fell on the floor I heard a soft voice
Who said you're okay, who said you're with god
I don't want to be! I yelled I don't want to be here!
I just wanted parents who would love me to tears!

In a hospital bed I woke up the next day
In a room full of candies, flowers and heads
Kisses and hugs were all thrown my way
Gross comments and yelling were all miles away

I lifted my head as I turned to the door
Two people stepped in that I've never see before
Half smiles on their faces and flowers galore
They gave one k
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55. Untitled
- By Lisa Clark
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009
What people don't realize is that a lot of people feel like this. Like they are trapped and no one wants to help them.
Dedicated to all those who feel not a soul cares. Because someone does.. you just have to find that person.

Taken from a dream,
And placed in what I call reality.
Scattered hearts lay about
Waiting to be fixed again....

Taken from a dream,
And placed in what I call reality.
Scattered hearts lay about
Waiting to be fixed again.
Scars lay upon the skin of those
Who cry for help.
No one to care.
Asleep with their minds
They think they're trapped.
They are.
Not a soul to help them out
But the ones that are
There with them.
Single tears fall from those
Who know it's pointless;
Pointless to prove to others
That all we need is help.
They walk away...
With not a fear that
I might die.
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56. A Life Unlived
- By Amber Kruger
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011
About the pain and agony of a family left behind after the death of a loved one. there is not much to the poem, it gives you enough space for your mind to play with it.

A blood stained floor,
An opportunity missed,
A life unlived,
A bleeding wrist....

A blood stained floor,
An opportunity missed,
A life unlived,
A bleeding wrist.

A silent scream,
A silent cry,
A moment of weakness,
a minute goes by.

A decision made,
A taken life,
A letter written,
A razor knife.

A broken home,
A mess to clean,
An empty gap,
A horror seen.

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57. 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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58. 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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59. My Best Friend Patrick
- By Crystal Armstrong
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2014
19 is too young for a best friend to die. It leaves me wondering why he did it, why he never said a word. He never left a note. My older brother, Branden, found him. His life long friend. Hanging in his closet. I can only imagine how he feels. He never cried once. I think he is still in shock, or maybe he just breaks down alone like me. I think about Patrick every single day, and what everyone would be like if he were still here today.

You thought of all of your problems
Then you thought of your pain
This went on for years and years
Eventually you went insane....

You thought of all of your problems
Then you thought of your pain
This went on for years and years
Eventually you went insane.
Sunk into a deep depression
You never failed to hide.
Fake smiles made us think you were okay.
Fake laughs to erase our doubt.
You were dying inside and couldn't find a way out.
One last goodbye, to your best friend,
your sisters, your mother.
For it was the end.
Walked up to your bedroom, feeling 20 feet tall.
You took the tie, put it around your door,
Then ended it all.
My big brother found you,
cold and without breath.
I remember my Mom getting the call.
Big brother came home, tears on his face.
Went into his room and just stared at the wall.
We couldn't believe it.
You were a son, a brother, and a loving friend.
19 was too early for it to end.
I don't remember if I even got to say goodbye.
But I hope you know I love you, I wish I could see your happy face.
The years have gone by, and I try to remember such little things.
Your smile, the way you talked, all the jokes we had.
I write down memories of those happy times, when we were all together.
I know that I will never get to see you again.
But even though you're gone now,
You will always stay in our hearts,
My best friend.
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60. Suicide Of My Cousin
- By Luke Kulukundis
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009
My Cousin who had been living with my family for some time had been in a messy relationship. His girlfriend started making his life hell, but I do not know the rest of the reasons for him committing suicide. I took my sheer anger, depression and everything else I felt out into this poem, I hope you enjoy it.

Yesterday last year, you were right here,
And yet now you feel so far away,
Your rotting underground but your face is in my head,...

Yesterday last year, you were right here,
And yet now you feel so far away,
Your rotting underground but your face is in my head,
I don't understand it because you're meant to be dead.

I don't get why you did what you did,
But who am I to judge,
You had you're reasons and I didn't own your life,
But I wish you had thought of us.

Now I'm remembering it's getting harder to forget,
Getting my home to see my Mum's face all wet,
I ask myself questions that burn in my head,
I need safety, comfort, so I go under my bed.

The dull pain of grief throbs stronger every time,
I can't understand and I'm sure I never will,
I don't want to miss you you've committed a crime,
Because now when I think of you all I feel is a chill.

There's an empty space where you're meant to be,
There's a space in the puzzle that only you can fit,
I don't understand why you did what you did,
But the day you did it I stopped being a kid.

By Luke Kulukundis aged 13
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41. It Is Over

42. 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.

43. I Had To Cry Tonight

Our son took his life on a cold wintry night in February of 2009. He loved the outdoors, especially in winter. He love to hunt, fish and race snowmobiles with me. This was written on one of those tearful, sleepless nights the next winter.

44. 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.

45. All My Life

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

46. The Man She Could Never Have

47. Tears Of A Dead Man

I made this poem when I was deeply depressed to remind me of "good things" in my life and stop me from contemplating suicide. So far it has worked.

48. Forget

I lost a very dear friend to suicide... It has been very hard to cope with the loss. He was everything to me...and now, he is gone </3

49. No More Pain

50. Life's Many Choices

I was inspired by my friend Becca to start writing poetry. I found it was a great way to organize my thoughts and feelings. This one was written after Holly broke up with me and I was extremely depressed. Please don't feel bad for me cause she asked me back out the next day.

51. I Gave Up Life Because Of Your Game

52. Let Me Go

53. You Will Never Know

It is of a time when I had nobody to turn to and contemplated suicide. I eventually let myself open up and I have since overcome it.

54. 15 Stitches

An attempted suicide as a cry for help finally helps her parents see how badly she needs their love.

55. Untitled

What people don't realize is that a lot of people feel like this. Like they are trapped and no one wants to help them. Dedicated to all those who feel not a soul cares. Because someone does.. you just have to find that person.

56. A Life Unlived

About the pain and agony of a family left behind after the death of a loved one. there is not much to the poem, it gives you enough space for your mind to play with it.

57. All My Life

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

58. 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.

59. My Best Friend Patrick

60. Suicide Of My Cousin

What people don't realize is that a lot of people feel like this. Like they are trapped and no one wants to help them.
Dedicated to all those who feel not a soul cares. Because someone does.. you just have to find that person.