Suicide Poems...

Rules:

1.) Any type of suicidal poems.
2.) Must be your OWN work!
3.) One poem per poet.
4.) No more than 16 poems posted.

Deadline: February 23, 2006

Awards Granted:

1st place - 5 comments/ratings
2nd place - 3 comments/ratings
3rd place - 2 comment/ratings

Each other participant will automatically receive one comment/rating. Thanks!

...WTF.. please dont tell me you are promoting suicide. please dont...

I better get out my magic fairy dust.

Seriously, Suicide poems are nothing to be proud of, Many people write them for themselves..

i agree

Sorry to offend anyone. I don't know about you folks, but I've felt suicidal in the past and presently, so I want people to know, I'm here for them if they need me. I want people to know, they are not alone!

So, if you guys think all this bad crap about me--go ahead and think it. It's like people thinking horrible stuff about cutting. Only a true cutter would only understand. Everyone else HAS an attitude toward reality. We need to face reality, and help others, not make them think, they're alone.

I'm not saying I am against or for suicide. That's a person's choice. Although, I don't think it's the best choice in the world, but sometimes, people get seriously depressed and don't know a way out.

Michelle

Wait, if your suicidal, I would strongly suggest not holding this contest. Please don't do it. You will be nodding your head agreeing with everyones poems. It may just push you further in, PLEASE DONT DO IT.

Wingless.... I'm a human being. I have choices. And, I choose to have a contest on suicidal poems. If you don't feel the same way, why try to argue with my viewpoint? Why don't you go elsewhere, since you're happy as can be? lol.

Michelle

so can i post a poem or not?

yeah i would like to know too.

We should be allowed to post these poems. I have written a suciedal poem but i have never even considered killing myself. If you don't like sucidal poems or anything than don't post a poem and go do another contest. Everyone should be able to post what they want. Who cares what other people think!

Here's my poem. It is based on sucide. But don't worry its not true or is anything planned to happen. People can make up stuff.....

Sitting here
Screaming inside
Trying to find a way to escape
Waiting for a light to shine through
Something..Someone..to tell her everything will be ok...
What if no one comes?
Will she make it through the day?
She sits in this dark room
With a knife in her hand
Ready to take her life away
Ready to leave this madness
Leave all her sadness behind
The time has come
No one is here
It's time for her to face her fear
She lifts the knife
Slit's her wrist
Knowing that she won't be missed
Blood starts flowing
Her face begins glowing
Death she's face's head on
Hoping that it will help her move on
Lifeless she is on the floor
The door creaks upon
Walks in a little girl
Mommy she's whispers
Are you okay?
Mommy talk to me
Tell me you all right
The girl notices a note on the door
Reads it quickley then falls on the floor
Mommy how could you do this to me?
Leave me all alone...
Who is gonna be there now that you're gone
I'm sorry mommy that you thought I didn't care....
I guess....life just isn't fair....

Yes... Go ahead and post a poem. Just because those people made some riots about it, doesn't mean I'm stopping my contest. Ok?

my darling

Come now my darling
You knew this time would come
Stop crying now sweet heart
You knew what I'd become

If you insist you want to stay
Then of couse that's fine with me
I won't dream of sending you out
I could use some company

my dearheart please don't make a fuss
As I pull out my blade
I wouldn't dream of harming you
But my future is made

Yes, you say you want to come with me
But I know that is wrong
You'e not ready to join me
Here is where you belong

Now please promise me you won't scream
As I slice open my veins
If only you could understood
the complexity of my pain

No don't come to help me
Don't even begin to try
My sweet heart, I've told you
I simply want to die

well you have read all of my sucidial poems so i will try to write one for this contest so you don't have to read the same one over again

Alright. Thanks.

The pain and tears
overwhelming
but i still crave them
i see them
i want them
those scars you have
all over your arms
i try it
just once
but its like a drug pulling me back
i cut
it bleeds
i drink
it scars
i hide it
then do it again
a never ending cycle
i meant to do it only once
but somehow, something went wrong
i cant live without it
not having it is killing me
i gave it to you
so you could keep it from me
but now i want it back
the blade that gives me both life a death
my savor

i am not suicidal but here is mine

Writing suicide
by Tabby

The ink is blurred behind my teared eyes
As I write my dying words to you
Spilling everything on paper before this hand dies
Everything I never told you that I should have said
Now the pain that's caused all my wounds
Have left me scarred and left everything in me dead
Bleeding on this knife that cuts so easy
As everything seems to be so far away
Things grow dark as I get dizzy
Sweep me up please and take me away
Death seems to take forever
As I write to you it slowly grabs me
Taking its time causing me pain so very clever
Darkness sweeps my eyes
While death takes me on its dark ride
It slowly fades me away as everything in me dies

GREAT POINT

and for the rest of you that don't like READING about it guess what you DON'T HAVE TO READ THEM get the h3ll over and kiss our a$$

love ya
funk off

Here's my poem:

Silence (Act IV)

The broken features, lay clothing the floor,
A sickening masquerade for the weak,
Weakened, weakening and the still unweak.
Shattered pieces left behind, unnoticed,
Vital elements of the missing act.

Denying truth hidden beneath the lies,
Never has there been more fit an actor,
To fit the true protagonist of life,
Never more fitting to a surreal breath.

Forcibly a piece is recollected,
And another thought embellished within,
Another piece follows another thought,
With another thought, another action,
And so the downward spiral commences...

The silver screen wears thin, all truths exposed,
And so the show goes, no curtain call left,
One final applause to numb the silence,
Silence, silence, silence, silence, silence...
No pieces left, all that remains...silence.

Yea... I agree... If you are against writing poems to express our feelings... then you're wrong... it's as if you are taking a pacifier away from a small child, when it needs something to suck on... We need something to do, to calm us down, when we feel depressed/suicidal... and writing poetry is our outlet... atleast, I think it's a good idea to share with others how you feel... especially, when you feel this way, to find support, so you don't end up killing yourself in the end.

(((((Hugs To All The Depressed Peeps Out There)))))) Don't feel bad.... And, Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Big Hugs,

MIchelle

Valentine's Day
by Just-take-my-heart-i-want-you-to-have-it

They sit together
on the lover's holiday
cuddling, and smiling
acting lovey dovey
he knows she wants to die sometimes
she thinks there might be someone else
they part in their ways
he goes to the one he loves
she to the one that loves her
she holds the cold metal, his photo
crying why couldn't you love me
like the way you love her
she holds the blade closer
thinking "walk the sidewalk"
she gets closer to her want
he now feels her pain
leaving his lover
he runs down the road
now she is thinking "no turning back"
the blade "walks the sidewalk"
now turning, it "crosses the street"
he reaches her house
tears running down their eyes
she clutches the note
he clutches the nob
just a second too late
she lays there motionless
kneeling beside her
he reads the note
"we both can't get what we want"
he knows, though no one else does.
he now belongs to her
she got her wish
but he shall not
that was her happy ending
but his sorrowful beginning

*there just for you this is how i think about v-day*
*i hate it if you couldn't tell*
*tell me what you think*

the forbinden door

Hidden in the shadows,
Is the sole escape,
The lone way out of this world,
The forbidden door,
Its name is whispered is secret,
Becomes the "S-word" to many,
Its presence is denied.
Its use looked down upon,
"It is a permeate solution,
To a temporary problem",
Is often said,
But is this truly believed?
This door calls to many,
Promises freedom,
Promises escape,
Its price may be high,
But it's one Iâ??m willing to pay,
There is nothing left here,
It is time to move on,
I am sorry to you all,
But I cannot stay strong,
Been faking for too long,
And cannot do it anymore,
Cannot put on this show,
Act like everything will be fine,
So I'll say my last goodbyes,
And say I'm sorry for being weak,
I wish I could be stronger,
Wish I could remain,
But it's all I can think of,
All the time,
Trapped in this darkness,
With nothing else on my mind,
Drowning in the shadows,
Out of sight of all,
Dying deep inside,
So I am sorry once more,
But it will be better you will see,
Better for all,
Better without me.

Ending the Pain
by Alyson

A girl sits by her window
Blade in hand
Staring out across her yard
Trying to decide what to do

Should she end her pain?
With this question rushing through her head
She moved the blade tword her arm
Hoping for peace

Pressing it against her flesh
She watches how the red blood flows
Feeling the tension leave
Welcoming the peace

Now she feels dizzy
The blood hasn't stopped
Its still flowing down her arm
Into the puddle on the floor

She knows what is coming
Theres no going back
So she walks to her bed
And lays down

Her head hits the pillow
And she closes her eyes
While taking deep breaths
She welcomes death

As the darkness surrounds her
She thinks of him
As she pictures his face
The cause of all her pain

She takes one last breath
The darkness consuming her
The pain is ceasing
Then theres nothing

I always feel so god damn alone,
I cut so deep I hit the bone.
These tears are falling from my face,
I may be bleeding, but I will do it with grace.
You would think I would be use to this by now,
I promised myself I would stop somehow.
But the addiction has proven itself stronger than me,
I hate myself because of what I have come to be.
A person who cares too much what others do,
Why hate myself but still bother to love you?
I constantly tell people I love them and care,
It is always nice to know someone is there.
Everyday I am faced with feelings of wanting to die,
I look at normal people and almost break down and cry.
They think of their future and see something worth while,
When I find it hard to live through a day with a smile.
I envy these people for who they are and their happiness,
Why must some of us go through life feeling worthless?
Compassion for others grows while my self hatred stays the same,
Every time I hurt myself, all I feel is shame.
But I still do it, however many times I need to,
All I need to worry about is hiding it from you.
Which should not be a big deal, since I have done it for five years,
You will not notice the cuts since you do not notice the tears.
Naive people think that it is so easy to stop,
They have never touched a razor; they do not know how hard it is to drop.
I have heard many hurtful words because of what I do,
These people just do not realize it helps me to get through.
I am not saying this is good and I am not saying that it is right,
They do not have to agree with me, but they could at least be polite.
Take your head out of your ass and try to do something nice,
You do not have to like it, but realize this is my vice.
I am not going to stop for you or for the mean things you say,
And I am not going to explain what made me this way.
When I finally stop, it will be only for me,
Because I am at peace with who I came to be.

Pain in my heart
By david marshall

Pain in my heart,
Demons everywhere.
Tearing my soul apart,
But who the hell would care.

I live in sorrow,
with evil surrounding my life.
As happiness seems to wallow,
I cut deep in with the knife.

As my life slowly ends,
I write on the floor with my last drops of blood.
No one could have saved me, not even my friends.
My pain poured out creating a bloody flood.

On the floor it was written,
I loved you, but no one cared
So I say good bye,
for this life I'm not prepared.

There's no way I could have lived,
And now I must depart.
My life is now over,
Because of this pain in my heart.

must admit im looking forward to the results

Ruby

-Cut After Cut

This broken girl before your eyes
Sits at home and silently cries
Alone in the dark
She takes the knife to her skin
And makes another red mark
And adds another scar to her beautiful white skin
Due to all of her pain
Her days always end the same
Cut after cut

It's simply just never enough
She takes the knife across her skin
Hoping that she will someday take her life
She lays in bed
And as she stares at each line of red
She reflects on years past
It's becoming more frequent
She's starting to become addicted once again
It's all that's ever on her mind
One reason after another
They just seem to come all at once
Cut after cut

She smiles and feels relieved
All her stress just fades away
No one understands
How she feels or her way of dealing with her pain
She just wants it all to end
She never wants to feel again
With the knife clenched in her fist
She slices her wrist
She drags it slowly across her skin
And there goes another wasted life

that is 13
just three more
we are sorry Michelle
you have some hard decisions ahead of you

with all my love

Erica

deadline was 3 days ago

it apears this contest has been abondoned

Ruby

It makes me feel so unloved.

what happened to this contest??????/

I have no idea

I feel so unloved

I sip liquor, get pissed, disfigure a chick's pretty face with a quick flip of my wrist.
Scraping razors hit, breakin' the skin
and then, I'm lickin' the places I slit, to taste what I did.
I'm basically sayin', "mentally insane" is too tame for what I've been...

...a rap I wrote a while back...

i think you did a right thing to put this subject on your page for the fact that it helps those who feel that why to help cope with it and maybe get help with their issues.

hey! i didn't see this link for ages!
if you can read
Dark to me now
Untitled
and dreaming

thanks! hope im not too late

Ruby