STOP Suicide Poems

STOP Suicide Poems

Poems about Suicide and Depression

When a family member commits suicide, the entire family 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 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.

60 Poems about Suicidal Depression

  1. 1. Girl Forever Gone

    Sometimes the only way to stop hurting is to stop breathing.

    Her face is puffy and red, while painful tears stream down her sad face.
    She cries out loudly, hoping someone will hear her silent screams.
    So many voices going through her head,
    telling her how better she would feel if she were dead.
    She places her shaking hands over her ears, trying not to listen.
    She yells out once again for help, yet no one comes to her rescue.
    She then remains sitting there on her cold bathroom floor, while the clock ticks by.
    Her body begins to shake uncontrollably, unable to stop it all.
    Starting to realize that no one cares, feeling so alone and helpless.
    She finally comes to the decision that there is only one thing left to do.
    She brings her shaking hands together, closes her eyes and prays.
    She speaks to god one last time and tells him this:

    "Lord, I'm so tired and the pain inside doesn't want to go away.
    I can no longer shed anymore tears, for my eyes hurt me really bad.
    The voices in my head don't want to go away.
    My heart aches so bad that it's become too unbearable for me.
    No one loves me, no one cares, no one wants me, and no one can help me now.
    I tried being the good girl everyone wanted, but it wasn't good enough.
    All I wanted was for someone to love me God.
    Was I asking too much?
    I'm so sorry God but I have to end my suffering the only way I know how.
    Please forgive me God for what I'm about to do."

    She opens her eyes for the last time, and quickly grabs for the razor blade.
    She forces the sharp blade against her wrist.
    She starts slitting her veins, deeper and deeper into her flesh.
    The dark blood pours out more and more onto the floor all over.
    Feeling weaker and weaker, becoming more and more unconscious by the seconds,
    the blade drops from her hand onto that cold floor, her final resting place.
    Her cold body now collapses to the floor and she slowly begins to feel the pain fade away along with her soul, finally falling into an endless sleep.
    She lays there dead, yet free of pain.
    It is now quiet, no screams, no tears, no suffering, just utter silence.

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  3. 2. A Silent War

    • By Lisa Miktuk
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010

    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.

    Letter From Daughter To Dad Who Committed Suicide

    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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  5. 3. Self-Harm

    Good to let it all out... :)

    It calls me closer, it calls me near.
    "Just once and it'll be over,"
    Death whispers in my ear.
    Irresistible is its sweet entice.
    Staring down, which one to slice,
    I observe my previous tries,
    My unseen hurt and earlier cries.
    No peace in my mind, no peace in my head.
    The quiet, intelligent me, long since fled.
    Anger and rage consume me.
    My mind's demons bursting to be free.
    The walls of my cage finally cave.
    "Just be still, just be brave."
    I slash down with an improvised knife.
    "Forget this world, forget my life."
    Blood oozes and drips down the drain.
    A slight tingle but no real pain.
    A calmness comes over me.
    My last attempt please, it's got to be.
    "Screw everyone that's made me into this."
    The very same people who I'm going to miss.
    Tears stream down my cheek,
    My head feels heavy, I get dizzy and legs go weak.
    Darkness surrounds me, I get a glimpse of the abyss.
    I embrace the darkness, then hear a shriek...

    Then nothing.... blankness, no sound
    I feel my body drifting
    I hear scraping, something's stirring around.
    Surrounding me, I can hear creatures shifting.
    I hear a scream, I hear a moan.
    I want my family, I'm all alone.
    I hear a cry, I hear a sob
    And realize it's my own.
    I know I have sinned, still I pray to God,
    "Please get me out of this hell."
    I start to yell...
    No sound out of my mouth, only in my mind.
    No one to help me, no one for me to find.
    I've never felt so scared....
    My soul finally screamed and despaired.
    "I give up..."

    A light???
    My consciousness returns
    As it starts to get bright.
    I feel myself falling.
    A faint faraway voice, I hear someone calling.
    Brighter now, getting brighter still.
    I feel myself escaping from this hell.
    Has it been months or has it been years
    Since I was stuck in that prison,
    Trapped with my fears?

    I open my eyes and look around.
    I'm lying in a bed in a hospital gown.
    The worried looks on their faces makes me ashamed.
    Sitting and staring, no one makes a sound.
    "Sorry" is all I say...
    Mother starts crying, my farther is sad.
    Finding me like that, must have been bad...
    I get a kiss and a cuddle,
    A pat from my father.
    My mind's in a muddle.
    I still manage a small smile,
    And close my eyes for a while.
    I promise myself, from this day on and till I die
    I'm going to be the best person I can
    Or at least try.
    Like an old cliché,
    "Live every day like it's the last."
    Forget all the bad days, I'm leaving them in the past.
    The sun is shining, my dark clouds have vanished.
    My demons have gone, finally banished
    Life is good, life is great.
    Forget wallowing in self pity
    I tell you, straight.

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  6. 4. 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?
    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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  7. 5. 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, 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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  8. 6. The Fight

    • By Anna
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems 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?

    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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  9. 7. This Is For The Best

    • By Coty Hoggle
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008

    This poem is about a boy who keeps the weight of the world on his shoulders, who takes everyone's problems and makes them his own. He expects too much of himself and decides to give up. This is how I feel, so I decided to make a poem about it. This is my first ever poem.

    Too Much Pressure In Life

    one sad, cold night
    a boy sat in his chair
    picked up a gun
    as he ran his fingers through his hair
    he sat and cried as he thought
    everything that's happened
    has all been my fault
    he said if I was gone
    this would all be better
    and he told her
    "I love you now more than ever"
    he said "trust me
    this is for the best
    you will see
    cause after I'm gone
    no more fighting, you'll be free"
    he grabbed a bullet
    an put it in the gun
    said, "I love you so much
    but now I have to run"
    he said "I'm sorry I can't take this no more.
    I've let down so many people
    I wish I could go back to before"
    he hung up the phone
    and pulled the trigger
    looked down at his chest
    as the pain grew bigger
    his eyes filled with tears
    they started to pour
    as soon as his family ran in
    he fell to the floor

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  10. 8. 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."

    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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  11. 9. My Best Friend's Departure

    • By Carina Spencer
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2011

    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.

    Grieving Cousin's Suicide

    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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  12. 10. Goodbye Mum

    • By Pat
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011

    I have been a heroin addict for years. I could see the pain and grief I had caused to everyone around me and the only way out I could see was to end it all. This was the letter I wrote to my mum before my heavy overdose and now I'm in involuntary treatment.

    Dear mum,
    This is your son,
    I am writing this to you,
    To tell you I'm done.

    Hold back those tears,
    Please don't cry
    Don't make this any harder,
    For me tonight.

    You will see,
    This is the only way,
    For I am too much of a burden,
    To you everyday.

    I know by now,
    You've met my soul mate,
    Her name is Snow White,
    This was just fate.

    Slowly slowly,
    She led me away,
    From your warm nest,
    Each and everyday.

    All the lies and deceit,
    I had to tell,
    I can't stop now,
    I am completely under her spell.

    When you found out,
    And you didn't believe my lies,
    Again I'm so sorry,
    For giving you those black eyes.

    Every night you stayed up,
    Dreading that knock on the door,
    Is the number of reasons,
    I can no longer ignore.

    There is no way out,
    Of this darkness and despair,
    A long time ago,
    God abandoned your prayers.

    So you see,
    There is only one way,
    To kill myself now,
    And end the pain today.

    For this brief moment,
    My thoughts are clear,
    These ten more doses,
    Means relief for you is near.

    Don't blame yourself mum,
    You raised me right,
    I messed everything up,
    But I'll fix this tonight.

    You may not see it now
    But over time your pain will ease
    I love you, goodbye
    Yours sincerely, now at peace

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  13. 11. The Same Old Stuff

    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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  14. 12. 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

    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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  15. 13. 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
    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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  16. 14. 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

    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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  17. 15. 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.
    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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  18. 16. 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.

    You Left 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'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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  19. 17. 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
    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...

    rip Alex

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  20. 18. Gone Too Soon

    • By Lisa Milczarski
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2013

    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.

    Brother Suicide Regret Poem

    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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  21. 19. 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.

    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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  22. 20. Isolated And Forgotten

    • By Tamara
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2009

    My name Is Tamara. I'm twelve and in 6th grade, and I want to be a famous poet/author when I grow up. Wish me luck!

    If anyone will listen
    to what I'm about to say,
    please understand the hurt I feel
    And how I got this way.

    Left behind in darkness,
    wedged between walls of ice,
    I pray that someone hears me,
    friend, foe, or even Jesus Christ.

    Isolated in my fears,
    caught between truth and the lies.
    Will someone hear me screaming,
    Or hear my desperate, pleading cries?

    I don't believe in loving,
    or having a caring friend,
    because the second that you trust them,
    is the second that they bend.

    So in this hollow heart of mine
    Is a ivy of envy that's staring to twine
    and sprout the weeds of guilt
    That slowly began to quilt

    Over my hatred that began to grow,
    Over my soul's ocean to ever flow,
    Which to that I began to fall,
    and to which I lost it all.

    I'm sorry for the people I've hurt,
    With this death I have presented,
    But seeing what this could've been,
    There's nothing that could've been prevented.

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    Hi, I am Nobuhle Maseko and am 13 years of age, and I, too, have the same dream. I want to do better in life, succeed, and make myself happy by reaching my goals.

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