I am doing an assignment for 10th grade english and i need to find a few good poems on suicide, cutting, or anything along those lines if any one could help that would be great. I dont need to get narartive poems or sensory image poems. if you do not know what those type of poems are that is all right just let me know any kind of poems you have. Thanks Alot...A

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I Have a Couple Poems About Suicide and Cutting
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Can u send me a suicide poem for a friend

Could anybody help me to interprete the first twenty lines of "The Wanderer"??I really need it,I'll be very grateful for any help.

Howbout this:



Richard Cory
by: Edwin Arlington Robinson


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

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

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

So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.

i have plenty of suicide poems that i wrote...feel free to use them. if you want them, just email me. heres one...

"a story never hidden"
by: katy kuszniaj

white verses in my room
take attention away from the gunshot wound in my head
and the darkened fears on my bed.
so quickly they've covered my tracks with bleach and towels
i told them you'd forget me
there's no floating clouds to lift me high
just shadowy dispise againt the nape of my neck.
i guess the program never worked for me...
i dont think mindfullness, distraction, or please mastery saved me this time.
now as you cry
i can only begin to subside.

i wrote that one right before i tried to kill myself, so it was kinda written in a rush..sorry if its sucky...

All I Think About

All I think about is suicide.
No one hears how i scream inside.

Can't you hear me whimper in pain?
Please release me from these binding chains.
But every day goes the same.

You walk past me everyday.
You dont even bother to glance my way.
Why won't you listen to what i have to say?

Everyday tears run down my face.
I long to be held in deaths tight embrace.

~ Ashley Garrison

if you email me I will give a ppoems about suicide

it is called life is precious
its awesome
i only have 15 min on the comp so next ti me i weill give it to u
like tommorow

What 10th grade english teacher assigns a poem about suicide?

If your looking for suicide, deppression, or hatred poems i can help!
E-mail me sometime!

Hi guys I'm laura, i can help u guys out i have found heaps, just promise me u wont literally do it!

(one)
Our world has slipped its moorings:
our population threatens to overwhelm us;
our waste products are about to smother us;
our modern weapons are capable
of obliterating us.
Because we are incapable of loving and living
for one another,
we are about to be destroyed
by our own self-centeredness
and to turn this beautiful world You have given us
into a wasted and desolate planet.
It all seems so unreal
and I feel so small and insignificant
in such a world."

(two)
"Good Lord, where are You?
If You really do exist,
why don't You come out of hiding and
do something about this creature in distress?

I am physically weary, I am mentally depressed,
I am spiritually defeated.
I can't eat, can't sleep.
I am like garbage,
discarded refuse in the back alley;
like yesterday's newspaper
shuffled around by the wind.
I feel like some sort of zombi,
some non-entity,
some nothing that people,
if they acknowledge,
would only curse.

But the prophets have declared Your mercy.
You do reign over our world, they say
You do show concern
for the poor clods of this earth.
Good Lord, prove it!
Look down from wherever You are
on Your creatures wallowing in wretchedness.
Deliver us, O God, set us free!

For your years have no end,
nor do the destinies of those who trust in You."

(three)

The difficulties and trials of life can be enormously draining and wearying, creating confusion in the mind and despair or anger in the heart.
Opposition or illness can wear the strongest down.
And there are always past mistakes that may catch up with you

Suicide poetry and poems:
Radical perspective on cutting free from oppression and hopelesness.
A different view on the worth of the individual.
On making an end to guilt, shame and anger.
How to enter the extreme river.

(four)

Can't you see? Don't you care
I want to die?
Don't you listen? Can't you hear
My silent cry?
Won't you turn? Can't you hold
Me to your heart?
Are you afraid of what might follow
Once you start?

Would you rather not believe
I'm in such pain
That all your sense and good advice
Must be in vain?

Would you rather tell yourself
I'll be OK,
And all this adolescent angst
Will go away?

Ah! Would I also swim across
This lake alone!
But if you cannot swim with me,
I know I'll drown.

(five)

I don't want to be coy,
But to say what I'm about to do
Would not be cool.
Let's just leave it at that.
If the world is black, it's black,
Whether you complain
Or collaborate by silence.

Even if people liked me,
I wouldn't like them.
I would just have to watch them
Being mean to people
And not say anything.
Because to say anything
Would not be cool.
Let's just leave it at that.

You're not going to change the world,
Whether you complain
Or collaborate by silence.

I travel often to the frozen heart of the world,
Inland to that Antarctic, rock-strewn desert
With a few dozen warm-blooded penguins wandering around
Lost, dazed, dejected.
That's the way things are deep down under.

I'm never going to change things,
Whether I complain
Or collaborate by silence.

Let's just leave it at that.

(six)

The night I tried to kill myself
You came into my room and wept
For me. The beauty of your longing
Held me like a plaintive song.
You came into my room and wept,
Suffering my suffering,
And held me like a plaintive song
Till I myself became your sun.

Suffering my suffering,
You taught me well the source of pain
Till I myself became your sun
Shining on the world back home.

You taught me well the source of pain:
For me, the beauty of your longing,
Shining on the world back home
The night I tried to kill myself.

(seven)

There's no understanding what you did,
Or why, or what we now should think or do:
No way to see what your last sorrow hid.
What unimaginable agony amid
Our ordinary lives unraveled you?
There's no understanding what you did,

No way for you to tell us why you rid
Yourself of us and family, and . . . who?
No way to see what your last sorrow hid.

Or was it you were just a spoiled kid,
Trying to make us all feel bad for you?
There's no understanding what you did,

Whether mere curiosity had bid
You to sneak ahead a lethal view;
No way to see what your last sorrow hid,

Nor penetrate that awful, granite lid
That lies between our thoughts and what is true.
There's no understanding what you did,
No way to see what your last sorrow hid.

(eight)

Though I chose death instead of pointless pain,
Please forgive the manner of my leaving.
My love and need for all of you remain.
I could not long such suffering sustain,
Nor would it long have held you from your grieving.
Though I chose death instead of pointless pain,

I hope that choice will not my memory stain,
Nor lead you to be wroth at my deceiving.
My love and need for all of you remain.

For only in you do I live again,
Woven like a wind into your weaving.
Though I chose death instead of pointless pain,

I put to you the plea of the self-slain:
To comprehend an anguish past conceiving.
My love and need for all of you remain

That all that I have been not be in vain,
But blend into the earth of your believing.
Though I chose death instead of pointless pain,
My love and need for all of you remain.

(ten)

You killed yourself and didn't think of me.
I can't blame you for that, and yet I do,
For now your pain becomes my legacy.
What agony impelled you not to be?
I loved you-wasn't that enough for you?
You killed yourself and didn't think of me,

Nor saw through my eyes what you made me see,
Nor cared about my life when yours was through.
And now your pain becomes my legacy,

And I must fight to keep my sanity,
For what you did defines what must be true:
You killed yourself and didn't think of me.

I cannot think you did it selfishly;
So great a sacrifice leaves nothing due.
But now your pain becomes my legacy,

And I must sail across that bitter sea
That leaves no trace of joy or residue.
You killed yourself and didn't think of me,
So now your pain becomes my legacy.

hey guys i hope these help just dont literally do it because i was seriously thinking of doing it, and i decided not to because my mum sed she would hurt herself if i did, im warning you just dont! people do love u such as ur parents!

Hi Anthony,
My name is Crystrena and I to have been looking for suicide poems but fr a different reason. I have a friend recently commit suicide and I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to understand it. I found this site is seems to be a personal site and you don't have to sign in or anything but I found it to be helpful alittle bit maybe it can help you woth your studies.
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Have a good day.
Keep smiling.
*smiles*
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all alone i cry inside
im ready to i pick up the knife
i drag it across my wrist and watch the blood drip
i see my whole life flash in front of me
a life of misery and despair
because noone cares

slowly im slipping away
then finally i fade

im need some poems for a assesment in drama
am lookin 4 poems on teens who commit sucide coz of familys who dnt treat their kids equaly.
eg. familys r embaressed to be seen with their kid.

if ne1 knws any tell me thanx

u should look in my english lit book x_x all the poems in there are sooo sad. If u want some I guess u can just message me back or something ^.^



~Demonic Soul~
Like a caged bird I sit and wait,
Ensalved behind iron bars,
Imprisoned by an iron gate.

yep can u say sum of them it'l b alot of help to me

Try Cut by Silvia Plath

hey everyone i am looking for suicide poems if u can help E-mail me. cheerqueen1011@yahoo.com

Honestly, some people are better helped by a forum like this:

[forum.psychlinks.ca]

instead of a poetry one.

And I really can't believe a teacher would give an assignment like this. What is that person thinking of?

and tiffany, try to click on "Flat view" and read the posts above.

I am a fifteen year old from Howell Michigan and i wrote this poem hope it helps,

Misunderstanding
Look there's a girl hanging in the trees,
Witha rope around her neck and dirt on her knees,
Blood below her on the ground,
Knives and pills are all around,
Blonde pigtails and a pink bathrobe,
Her story will be heard across the globe,
The trees are bare, the sky is gray,
Suicide fills the air of this sad day,
At least that's what it seems to everyone,
But nobody knows what has been done,
A man kidnapped her and had his way,
Beat her and told her that she would pay,
First he tied her to his bed,
He told her that tomorrow she would be dead,
He burnt her with a lit cigarette,
And she wasn't even knocked out yet,
Her life was flashing before her eyes,
Amazed that no one could hear her cries,
He cut her wrists to cover up his mistakes,
To kill a human being, he had wjat it takes,
His heart was cold and he was too,
He said to her, I am going to kill you,
He slit her body like a dead fish,
For her to die was now her only wish,
He had a look of hatred in his eyes,
He'll only be happy if this girl dies,
He went to the woods and hung her among the trees,
Bloods coming from every hole in her head,
He got what he wanted that girl is dead.

E-mail me a response

i am also looking for a poem like that. i am looking for ong inperticular in is about a boy who hangs his graded paper on the frige for his mom to see and then he cuts his rists and i think he wrote the poem on a matchbox and tryed to put that on the fridge too but did not make it. if anyone knowes what i am talking about and know where i could find it please tell me thank you

Hi, Im a 16 yr old from Australia and I was wondering if I could get Your full name because you poem touched me so much that I am doing a newspaper article on it and I need to give the author (you) full credit for your work. If you could can you please sms your name to 0432264972. This number costs 25c american wherever you are from. Thanks for your time. Ill be waiting for an sms cya. From Jo

i found sum of the poems on here really useful so thanx
n lauren did u really write that poem cos i think its actually brilliant.

i found sum of the poems on here really useful so thanx
n lauren did u really write that poem cos i think its actually brilliant.

Im going to give you my old website. [darkdementions.tripod.com] I want you to know this is my old website. Yes it is colored dark,but find your way to the poems. There is alot of them about suicide.



"To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself." Anne Rice

i look down at the knife
oh my god i did again
wat is happening to me
who would even care
now i think about it why cant i die
i wish i would fade from this world
and not even look back
who would care.......
i take the knife with attentionto die.........
and as i look up i see all the people i thought hated me
and now they are crying tears of sorrow knowing they are watching my suicide!!!

i look down at the knife
oh my god i did again
wat is happening to me
who would even care
now i think about it why cant i die
i wish i would fade from this world
and not even look back
who would care.......
i take the knife with attentionto die.........
and as i look up i see all the people i thought hated me
and now they are crying tears of sorrow knowing they are watching my suicide!!!

Hey I would like to see thoes poems you have if you dont mind.


Katy

Hi, I was reading your post and I think i can help. Look up the poet/writer Silvia Plath. She was a very depressed writer. there is also a pome called Barbie Doll, by Marge Piercy and that pome is about a teenage girl who killed herself because of the pressuer's of society. Hope that this helps,
peace.

here is the pome by Marge Piercy:

Barbie Doll

This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GEmstoves and irons
ans wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
THen in the maginc of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.

She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose and thick legs.

She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercised, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good naturewore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.

In the casket displayed on satin she lay
wiht the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a truned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
To every woman a happy ending.

take a knife and cut it deep
cut your feet
take a seat
watch my pain anything to think your sane

```thanks 4 tryin 2 help

a little girl so sweet and shy
a trusted uncle had made her cry
its our secret he once had said
now she lay there wanting to be dead
stuck with a need to feel pain
being told she's insane
but please don't judge me for my sin is only scars left on my skin
i put up a fight and lost my life
took a knife and cut to deep drowned with sin
and lost my life

if i die before i wake
life was just to cruel to take

Lauren - You're poem is wonderful. You have got real talent.

how bout this

Who Will Cry
� By Jemaria A. McCallister



Who will cry for the little black girl?
Who will shout, holler, and scream
until their voice is dry and croaking?
Who will cry for the little black girl lying there,
with hair laced with Blue magic hair grease
and an rainbow assortment of rubber bands and barrettes in her hair.
She's quiet and looks lovely in her white ruffled Easter dress,
white bobby socks and black patent leather shoes.
She has no name, but she wears a scar on her right knee....
from a bicycle accident you see.
Who will cry for the girl in thick plastic blue glasses?
The others kids call her names, she is missing a tooth�
right up front, she is skinny and awkward looking, but she loves to smile.
Who will love the little girl that has no friends,
she has a love of books and writing.
She is smart and wise beyond her young years.
She is bold and feisty and hard.
She has a pet bird named White, he's pretty.
Who will pray for her life, her spirit?
Her family, and their safety.

She could go places if lie would let her.
Who will cry for the little girl with a face swollen and bloody,
broken gums and blacken eyes. A bruised lip.
Who will cry for the death of innocence?
I will

Before I Die
by Lilith G Penny
-I'm sorry, God, if I have hurt you.
I'm sorry, Mom, if I have been a disgrace.
I'm sorry, love, if I can't love you,
and I'm sorry, me, for acting so insane.

-To you, oh God, I ask for forgiveness.
To you, oh Mom, I ask for help.
To you, oh Love, I ask to show love,
and to myself, I ask for death.

-This, dear God, is all I ask you.
This, dear Mom, is all I want.
This, dear love, is all I need from you,
and this, dear me, is all I get.

-God, you first, I need to find you.
I know I found you, you know I did.
But, God, where are you when I need you,
to help, to comfort, to feel I exist?

-I know you've been here since I was little;
the day I was born you were there.
My first steps, my first words. you heard me say them;
my first tooth, my first kiss, I know you helped.

-But now where are you, oh God Almighty?
It's probably my fault for taking curves.
I've done bad things that have left me thinking
of how and when death will come for me.

-Now you, my dear old mother,
I've made you feel like not wanting me.
I know you think of how unfortunate
you are for having me.

-I've lied, and yelled at you constantly.
I say and do things that make you cry.
I've said that I don't love you many times,
knowing that those words are killing me inside.

-I'm sorry, oh Mother, for hurting you deeply.
I'm sorry, oh Mother, for making you cry.
I'm sorry, oh Mother, it won't be long now.
You won't suffer much, because I'll soon be gone.

-My love, to you, are these next words.
To the one I never found, and never will on this world.
I tell you, whereever you are, I want you to know
that time cures heartaches, so don't cry if I go.

-But even though I have no idea where you are,
I'll make believe that someone loves me with all his heart.
That way, when I go, I'll think before I die,
that I love a great man, then at least, I'll feel loved.

-Please, when I leave, I want you to not cry.
I want you to say and think that everything is all right.
And when you wake up the following day, I want you to know, love,
that I loved you and will love you for days.

-To me, oh yes, me,
I say, 'what a waist.'
To throw away a perfectly healthy life on me--
damn you, me-- was so insane.

-Don't worry, me, I will not say a word.
If you promise, me, to leave this world.
Hey, me, please, you'd better not cry,
because, you'll soon end in a tomb down six feet under ground.

-Me, myself, and I, alone,
just letting the worms eat me from below,
What a great mental picture I have of me.
I guess that me, will shoot herself to sleep.

those r great poems its awesum u posted them

Hey, I have a couple of poems that I'd like to post for you. So here I go. Can you do me a favor and tell me what you think of them after you read them. Thanx.

Sarah


I SAY GOODBYE

Broken lies
A shattered heart
Sorrowful cries.

This is all you gave me
nothing left for me.
So many things I can no longer save.

The good memories have left my side
The moments-all gone
Just the tears that I've cried.

The pain eats at my heart
I don't know how much more I can take.
I'm falling apart.

I'm giving in
and giving up.
And paying for my sin.

My wound is deep,
that I have caused.
From it my lood will seep.

As I lay and slowly di
It gets harder to breathe
And with my one last breath, I say..."good bye"

Hey, me again. I have 2 more for ya. I have like hundreds of poems cuz thats what I do in my spare time. just promise me you're not going to actually do anything. I use to be a cutter and it just screws EVERYTHING up. Beleive me. well, here.

Sarah.
(ONE)
I'm so angry, I want to die.
Get me off this emotional high.

I'm so mad, I want to kill.
Adrenaline rush, it'd be a thrill.

Short and sweet, make it fast.
or nice and slow, make it last.

Take this rope, make a noose.
Tie it tight, dont make it loose.

Hang me up and take the chair.
Then turn around, don't stop to stare.

On second thought that'd be no fun.
Forget the rope, grab the gun.

Take and aim, don't start to doubt.
One good shot, make it count.

If thats to much, take this knife.
Slit my throat, take my life.

Tears of rage, gritting teeth,
I hate myself with disbelief.


(TWO)
NOBODY KNOWS

All these thoughts
locked away in my head
Nobody knows
How inside, I'm dead.

Blood on my wrist,
There is glass in my hand.
Nobody knows
They cannot understand.

They dont listen,
So, they can't hear me cry.
Nobody knows
I just wish I could die.

Shaking fingers
Grasp this plea for release
Nobody knows
How this pain will not cease.

Sadness bleeding
Emptying to the floor.
Nobody knows
I always craved for more.

Bleeding slowly
until my wound will close.
Dying slowly,
Nobody knows...


I hope you liked them. I'm more then happy to help. Byes.

Sarah

hmm

Love Me
Love me,
my razor blade.

Peel my skin,
make me scream.

Sink so deep,
make me weep.

Cut my flesh,
make me bleed.

Take my life,
set me free.



alone i die
by Erin Elizabeth Conoly
alone i sit
alone i cry
alone i sleep
alone i die

alone i walk
alone i ride
alone i talk
alone i die

alone i think
alone i pray
alone i sink
alone i die


The Final Act
by Lisa Teller
Screeching tires, shattering glass,
twisting metal, fiberglass.
The scene is set it all goes black,
The curtain raised the final act.
Sirens raging in the night,
sounds of horror, gasps of fright.
Intense pain, the smell of blood
tearing eyes begin to flood.
They pull out our bodies one by one,
What is going on, we were only having fun!
One of my friends is missing, what did I do?
Her scattered belongings everywhere,
in the road there lies her shoe.
A man is leaning over me and looking in my eyes,
"What were you thinking, son"?
"Did you really think that you could drive?"
He pulled up the sheet still looking in my eyes,
"If you'd only called your Mom or Dad, you'd still be alive!"
I started to scream, I started to yell;
But no one could hear me, no one could tell.
They put me in an ambulance; they took me away.
The doctor at the hospital exclaimed, "DOA!"
My father's in shock, my mother in tears,
she collapses in grief, overcome by the fear.
They take me to this house and place me in this box.
I keep asking what is happening,
But I cant make it stop.
Everyone is crying, my family is so sad.
I wish someone would answer me,
I'm starting to get mad.
My mother leans over me and kisses me good-bye,
My father pulling her away, she is screaming, "WHY"?
They lower my body into a dirt grave,
It feels so very cold, I yell to be saved.
Then I see an angel; I begin to cry.
Can you tell me what is happening?
she replies "YOU DIED."
I can't be dead; I'm still so young!
I want to do so many things - like sing, and dance, and run.
What about college or graduation day?
what about a wedding? Please - I want to stay.
The angel looked upon me, and with a saddened voice,
"It didn't have to end like this; you knew you had a choice."
"I'm sorry it's too late now; time I can't turn back."
"Your life is finished; that, my son, is a fact!"
Why did this happen? I didn't want to die!
The angel, she embraced me and with her words she sighed,
"Son, this is the consequence you paid to drink and drive.
I wish you made a better choice, If you did you would be alive.
It doesn't matter if you beg me, or plead on bended knee, There is
nothing I can do, you have to come with me."
Looking down at my family, I said my last good-bye.
"I'm sorry I disappointed you, Dad.
Mommy, please don't cry,
I didn't mean to hurt you, or cause you any pain.
I'm sorry all you're left with is a grave that bears my name.
I'm sorry all your dreams for me have all been ripped away;
the plans for my future all gathered in a grave.
It was such a stupid thing I did, I wish I could take it back;
But the curtain is being lowered.
SO ENDS THE FINAL ACT...

wow, your writing skills are brilliant. Please can you send me some more. I want to feel your emotion, your feelings.

Now I can see what dragged the blade across your skin,
I wish I had been there to end alll of your pain,
To have been there for you before it all began,
I wish I could have loved you for who you really were,
I told you once, I told you twice and I will forever keep on telling;
That I have stepped in your rain many times before,
Every night I sit and cry,
I mourn for what this world, this life has become.

I could have stopped this, but I am too far gone to go back,
It is absolutely necessary now yet I am absolutely incapable,
Perhaps you will read about me in some newspaper,
But this was never how it was meant to be,
I would have told you myself not wait for you to hear of it,
But remember I loved you, I love you, and if it could be I would have stayed.

Remember that, but don't mourn. Learn my lesson and dont sit and wait for life to pick you up, don't mourn, don't cry. All I ask is that you reemember me. Goodbye.Lyndsey wrote:

> wow, your writing skills are brilliant. Please can you send me
> some more. I want to feel your emotion, your feelings.
>

You could shatter all my dreams,
Take away my rght to breath,
Imprision me in chains,
But I would still have stood by you.

I will keep on crying,
My heart screaming in despair,
But no longer will I fall,
And wait for you to be there.

Please tell me what you think of these two poems. They are based on personal feelings. But I would really like to know how they can be improved.

I suggest you post your poems in the user submitted section. You are more likely to get an answer to your query there. So, go to user submitted on top, click on new post, and shoot ahead.

Im not sure if this will help you guys any but I will do the most I can. I wrote all of these but the last. I hope it helps.

Just Another Man

He's just another father
Just another dad
Or just another man
It's only someone you've never had
You cry yourself to sleep at night
Right before you go to bed
Because you know he'll never be there
He's only inside your head
Your heart, your soul, you spirit
You know he'll never be there
And for that, you'll always fear it
The lies you've heard
The lies you've told
It's only gettin kinda old
He's just another dad
Just another man
He's only the father you've never had

Just Look At Me
Everytime you look at me
I wish you could feel what I see
When you look at me
It's love at first sight
But when you turn around
It's just another fight
For everytime you look at me
There's a new possibility
So just look at me
Look at what you can see
Look at what I can be
Just look at me
Don't look into the future
Or back into the past
Just look at me
And we can make it last
Look at what I can be
Look at what you can see
Just look at me...

Gone Without A trace
Rough childhood
Never had a best friend
Bad neighborhood
Never had a helping hand
Never had anyone there to love
She felt as if she were a dove
Always blinded by the sun
She was invisable to everyone
Lying there in his bed
She held that gun up to his head
Pulled the trigger
This time it was bitter
She laid there right beside him
Didn't know the place
Couldn't find his face
Then she left...
Without a trace.

Send Me An Angle-
Send me an angle
From the Heaven's above
Send me an angle
I'll send you my love
Send me an angle
To let me know that your there
Send me an angle
To let me know that you care
Send me an angle

Empty Love
I guess I was the one to blind to see
How much you really meant to me
And when you left I was dead
I didn't know what went through my head
I just sat down and cried
It felt like I died
I just wish it could be like it use to
When you said "I love you"
And it was pure and true
Lifes not always what you want it to be
Make that most of it and see what you can see

Died for Love-
I sit in the park where I dwell,
For this boy I love so well.
He took my heart away from me,
Now he wants to set me free.
I see a girl on his lap,
He says things to her he never said to me.
I ran home to cry on my bed,
Not a word to mother was said.
Father came home late that night,
He looked at me from left to right.
He saw me hanging from a rope,
He took his knife to cut me down.
And on my dress a note was found:
Dig my grave, Dig it deep.
Dig my grave, From head to feet.
And on the top place a dove.
And remember this, I died for love...

Hi, My name is meagan. I am 13 years old and most people need someone to talk to if they're feeling suicidal or just having a really bad day. I wouldn't mind talking to anyone when I feel like that, so I know how you feel. If you ever need to talk or just wanna friend who will always be there, email me back or reply.
-meagan

Dear lyndsey

sry these arent my poems but i can send u some poems

Hey, ya. I have this online diary and i've been lately feeeling pretty crappy because my friend just killed herself like, 2 weeks ago. Anyways, Im seeting up this memorial on her and I thought I would put some poetry on it.

If you can help, just email me back.

Lazzy

i am in the same type of situation as you my family is very unfair and treats me bad and the only poem i have made is this





Something must be:


Something must be wrong with me
with all this hurt inside,
always bursting with anger,
and never any pride.

Something must be wrong with me
if all I do is cry,
I can't stop this pain
all I want to do is die.

Something must be wrong with me
if my emotions run wild,
all this confusion does
is make me feel like a lost child.

Something must be wrong with me
with all these terrible things,
always there and never gone
depression is what it brings.

Something must be wrong with me
if I can't stop these thoughts,
all this pain does
is turn my stomach in knots.

Something is truly wrong with me
when I think there's only one way out,
"Let this pain end,"
is all my heart will shout.








hopefully this helps you

I have this Poem about Experiencing suicide
I wrote it when i was about 2 kill myself
Not my best poem at all but it might help ya

Shining silver in the moonlight
Glistening and inviting
Oh so tempting
My eyes strong , i show no fright

Sharp and deadly
Slicing with precision
Hitting the target
I think of what they'll say
But its my decision

Cold and dry against my skin
My heart races
I cant turn back
The voices say no but i say yes
I cant give in

One fast motion
Shining silver no more
The clouds come over the moon
My breathing gets faster
Dropping to the floor

Rivers of red
My eyes in shock
Drip , drip, drip
The river becomes a sea
Engulfing all in its path
Overcoming me

I can see the light
I reach to grab it
But my arms are like lead
Suddenly
Nothing
Its over
Im dead


XXyazXX

Bathroom Death
� By Bailey A. Jarrett


there she was, in the tub
crimson blood flowing down the bathtub drain
the knife she had used lie on her chest forever stained red
the mirror cracked and broken,
everything thrown pell-mell over the floor

sadness and depression etched into the very depths of her eyes
tears had streamed down her delicate features
thinking nobody loved her
thinking she was ugly and unwanted
her friends and family mourned for her

no one ever stepped into that bathroom again
too much grief came over the person when they looked in
remembering the once happy girl
that could make anyone fall in love with her just by flashing her playful smile



My Death
� By Brent E. Johnson


My tongue is tied and my heart has stopped
In a few minutes rigor mortis will set and I will begin to rott
My heart has stopped because I lost a love
A love so deep that It ran along with my blood
My skin is dry and my eyes a void
Without that love my life has been destroyed
I let go of something that I should have kept
Now I am on my way to lay in my Crypt
There are many tears and many moments of grief
The only items I hold close to me now are the flowers that are on my reef
My nails are long and my hair still grows
I can't believe I'm getting buried in these clothes
The same clothes I wore when I broke your heart
And now the burial ceremony starts
They lower me into a hole that's deep and dark
My life is over and I didn't even leave my mark
The lowering has stopped and the casket is still
I didn't even have time to write my will
The hole is now dark and filled with dirt
If only I could have made it work
And now that I have died from grief and pain
The embalming fluid sets in my veins
Maybe there is a way that I can rise on the third sunset
I think there is away I can repay my debt
If I say I'm sorry and I want you more
Then my blood will flow and my heart will no more be sore
My skin will moisten and my eyes will see
That the only thing I need is you here with me
My life has started and I have been born again
Now I confess to you my every sin
Lets not let me die again




Suicide Room
� By Amber C. Shields


I sit on the white cot, gently I slide my fingers across the gentle baby blue material of a blanket that drapes across my lap.
I look across the room and see a white toilet and sink, I see a steel chair and table. Atop the table I see flowers' from my mother.
Red and yellow with lively green leaves. Slowly I push aside the blanket and rise letting my bare feet patter across the stone floor.
Standing next to the table I lean down and let myself breath in the sweet fumes of a red flower, thinking of my mother and her kind ways.
Then I remembered how she let them take me, to this awful place.
Anger surges through my veins. I pick up the vase and let it glide through the air to the stone wall.
The glass breaks and the memories take me back. I fall to the ground sobbing, the memories hurt.
I think back to my first day in this room. I remember looking at the guard, I remember his words, Welcome to your suicide room. I pick up a large piece of glass and easily slide the glass across my wrist, nothing happens its not deep enough.
Then I stop and think, is it worth it? I'll never know. I press the glass deep into my wrist, the words Welcome to your suicide room echo in my head. Then darkness overcomes me



DEATH OF THE INNOCENT
Retold by Helen Lyons

I went to a party
I remembered what you said
you told me not to drink
so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside
the way you said I would
I didn't drink and drive
even though the others said I should
As I got into the car
I knew Id get here in one piece
because of the way you raised me
so responsible so sweet
. As I pulled out into the road
the other car didn't see me
and hit me like a load.
There's blood all around me
and most of it is mine
I her the medic say to me
She will die in short time.
The other guy who hit me
was probably at the same party as I
the only difference he drank
and I am the one
who will die.
I'm lying her dying
and I don't think its fair
I'm lying her dying and all he can do is stare.
Don't cry for me mom
when I needed you you were always there.
Tell daddy not to cry for me
tell my brother to be brave
and when I go to heaven
put daddy's girl on my grave.
I have one last question
before I say goodbye
I didn't drink and drive
so why am I the one to die?




Why her and why not me?
� By Richard A. Rousay II


In the beauty of her youth
My wife was bold and full of truth.
Our lives together started strong
But soon we noticed something wrong.
A bottle slips from her right hand
We dance much less to our favorite band.
The morning headache that comes and goes
The loss of feeling in her toes.
One doctor says he has no guess
The next one says She has M.S.
Now I must watch my love so pure
wither from which there is no cure.
Our years are filled with joy and pain
A type of life one can't explain.
Yet by her side I'll always be
As she slowly dies in front of me.
With God as my witness I'd give up my life
If it would spare the pain of my sweet wife.
And when I die and God I see
I'll ask, Why her and why not me?


Decision

With nice little twist,
I slit my wrist...

Not waiting life to kill,
rather my own blood I spill...

It's my own choice, I have no fears,
only pain, in eyes some unshed tears...

On the floor, blood making stains,
slowly releasing me from my pains...

Bloody stains, stains like in my soul,
caused by all the pain, this life so foul...

Vision finally fading away, soon it's all done,
staring darkness, oh so black, soon it's all gone...

Soon I'm released, free from this pain,
suffering and life, it was all just in vain...

Thought, funny how blood makes difference between life and death,
farefell life, so painful, so useless, gonna take my last breath...

More of the same (from the previous poster) here: [www.poetryamerica.com]


Les

Anything can be the subject of poetry, and I'm not against collecting together poems on a particular subject, but am with Talia and Desi in wondering what English teacher in his or her right mind would choose suicide as the subject to set for a class poetry project.

Ian, there are some liberals among us who let the students choose the topics once in a while. Suicide is a topic which is often on the minds of adolescents.


Les