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Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: dark, deep, depression, lonely, sad love, suicide,


The freedom of life’s end without escape,
no place to elude the pain of despair.
So close was the notion of a black cape,
darkness to cover existence unfair.
The pain of love far more than life itself,
to bear in hapless sorrow of regret.
Lost in the false sense of my darkest self
tainted minds morbid reflections beset.
Dejected self with mindless thoughts adrift;
no lease of life to feel the next morrow.
I was chosen to live by natures gift
and find freedom from the fear of sorrow.
Restrained by realities painful wrath,
a search begins to find life’s righteous path.

T.J Grén
8th October 2018

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Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: daughter, death, depression, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, sad, wife

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: death, loneliness, lost love, suicide,



Fore'er without the pain, always apart,
As now with absent cast of yearning eyes.
Time's lonely quest to heal a wounded heart,
With destined end, to ash returns my rise.
My life ordained to doom in outcast fate,
The zeal of joy turned into woeful lies,
Confused a life in prime to dust abates
Defeats compassion past the silent cries.
From dreams of  love to useless life so bare,
Bereft attempts turned into grave desire.
No longer will remains, alone despair,
In end of all that was, of purging fire.

A lonely heart deceased in frozen cold,
No breath remains of ornament once gold.

T.J Grén

Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: death, lost love, sad love, suicide,

One Step Away From Eternity

Alas, I stand atop this mountain crest,
and gaze upon the valley down below;
the graveyard where your body lays at rest,
sits in the center shadowed by plateau.

My sad heart aches with every breath I take;
I wonder why I’m made to bear this bane,
and live a life that’s cruel and opaque,
while trying hard my teardrops to restrain.

This awful illness claimed your life so soon,
while you and I were living in our prime;
the heavens haled you, leaving my life strewn
across this wasteland, sadly out of rhyme.

‘Tis but a step across this steep degree,
and I will join you in eternity.

July 20, 2018

Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: anxiety, conflict, death of a friend, lost love, mental illness, suicide,

Don't give up the fight

Don't give up the fight

Vs 1
I know that you have suffered in the silence,
(but) I never knew that you would go this far...
I thought I understood your pain...
now memories...are all that remain...
now I look to the stars

Vs 2
I see in others eyes- they too feel the pain
I pray for them, that it won't be too late
I pray for them, that the day will come
when suffering in silence-comes undone
and no-one is to blame

Oh, I know well, all that you're feeling
I can validate, the emptiness you feel inside
I'm the proof that life's worth living
so please, don't give up the fight
no, no, don't give up the fight

Vs 3
I know for you, it's hard to see your beauty
all the love that dwells inside of you
Maybe, I can be a friend,
someone you can trust and can depend
to tell you the truth

Vs 4
You should know, that it takes time to get free
to conquer all the conflict in your mind
The tangled web of tragedy,
need not be your final destiny....
happiness you'll find.

Oh, I know well, all that you're feeling
I can validate, the emptiness you feel inside
I'm the proof that life's worth living
so please, don't give up the fight
no, no, don't give up the fight

I know that you have suffered...
in the silence,
I never knew, 

John Derek Hamilton
October 24,2018

Poem Details | by Alex Roberson |
Categories: courage, depression, love, power, strength, suicide,

For those who have considered suicide when who they are is not enough

For the days when your skin feels inadequate
And you want to escape from it
When you've scrutinized every fiber of your being & want to trade in your reflection
When you don't look right juxtaposed next to the picture of that model
They tell you your skin is too dark to be anything pretty 
And you're the guy in third block with the funny-looking glasses, the no-name brand clothes who loves to learn
Keeps to himself, never bothers anyone
But everyone bothers you
the girls don't pay attention to you except for a joke
And everybody cackles
jackals tear pieces out of you
For amusement
Fist strike, blood runs
Eyes are red like stop signs,
But can't slow down tears as they speed down your cheeks
For the lonely times
When you can't find friends
In the classroom, hall, or your home
The times when your body, walk, slang, & style don't fit in and they tell you to cut yourself down to match a space in their jigsaw
"Be like everyone else"
Finding yourself in a world full of Viceroys
Imitations of Monarchs
society calling you caterpillar because you have yet to metamorphous into these half-clones they have never eaten the scales of King Billy but poisoned their originality all the same
And they want you to do the same
Camouflage colors and blend in
Nobody likes an outsider, and everybody's scared to be one
Some are cowardsAfraid to be by themselves
They want to fit in and be secure with undercurrents of self-consciousness
And be appeasing
Looking to others to feel justified in what they do, how they look, who they are
They can't stand alone 
And for the times when you feel like an outcast
When you find disgrace looking in the mirror
And feel you deserve what they give you for simply being
Remember to be lion
Be a lion with no pride, but have pride all the same
Pride in yourself, how you were made
Be courageous, mighty, and strong
Even when you're walking by yourself
Strut with your head held high
Speak as boldly as a roar against the evening sky and proclaim your existence
Make everything feel your presence
Let them know that you can stand alone because you have no fear
Make everything in the room quake & wonder at how you could be yourself so boldly and have no shame
Stalk the earth like you are entitled to it and refuse to hide
Hug yourself late at night when you have to
Fight when you need to
Let nobody drag you through the mud
Command respect
And love yourself enough not to accept anything less than what you really deserve
Because you deserve so much better

Poem Details | by Christine Phillips |
Categories: america, culture, death, faith, farm, love, nature, romance, suicide, symbolism,

Take me to the countryside

Take me to the countryside 
where all the daffodils grow
fresh perfume saturating the air
dispersing sensational aroma
in the atmosphere.
Take me to the countryside
to inhale the balmy fragrance
of mother earth,
to walk on grassy lands
and hold each other hands.
Take me to the countryside
to gaze at the swaying trees, 
and listen to them humming breathlessly 
 in the chilly breeze.
enchanting birds singing in the gusty afternoon,
dancing vigorously to their melodious  tune.
Take me to the countryside 
where all the natural things grow,
tangerine, oranges , banana and  kiwi fruit.
homemade yogurt ,sweet yam
and fresh milk from grandpa’s lamb.
Take me to the countryside
to coalesce with earthy peasants, 
to run up and down the cornfield 
and waddle through onion beds.
Soak me in nature, 
and replenish my aching soul
purge my agonizing wound,
and distill my sorrowful tune.
My soul yearns for spiritual fulfillment
to drown the chaos from the external environment,
mineral water and running streams,
strumming guitars and melodious flutes
are singing harmoniously,
and whispering the truth.
lead me to a place of comfort,
a place where I can breathe,
a place of beauty and incomparable dreams.
Take me to the countryside
to mingle with the animals,
to go horseback riding,
and camp on the mountain top.
Take me away from this hopelessness,
to a place of peace and quietness.
Take me away from this desolation
and find away to solve this confusion.
I want to be free,
free from this burden and misery,
so take me with you before you leave.
When I close my eyes and count to three
at the sound of the whistle
I charge you to set me free.

©2013 Christine Phillips

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: life, lost love, sorrow, suicide,



The freedom of life’s end without escape,
no place to elude the pain of despair.
So close was the notion of a black cape,
darkness to cover existence unfair.
The pain of love far more than life itself,
to bear in hapless sorrow of regret.
Lost in the false sense of my darkest self
tainted minds morbid reflection‘s beset.
Dejected self with mindless thoughts adrift;
no lease of life to feel the next morrow.
I was chosen to live by nature‘s gift
and find freedom from the fear of sorrow.
Restrained by realities painful wrath,
a search begins to find life’s righteous path.

T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, cry, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, farewell, fear, heartbroken, horror, how i feel, howl, judgement, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, night, pain, sin, sorrow, suicide, sympathy, voice, wisdom, write, writing,

Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away..slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.


Poem Details | by Mercury Anderson |
Categories: anger, death, death of a friend, depression, for her, love, suicide,

Don't Leave Me

On the day you told me you wanted to die,
I stared at the glowing screen, 
Mouth gaping,
Wondering if I was understanding your words correctly

You toyed with me to throw me off your trail
A rabbit zig zagging through the brush
But Im a hunting hound 
Trained for the best

I caught whiff of your suicide sent 
Its smell is familiar to me
Casual jokes, silence, im fine lies
All a mask to hide the truth you don’t want me to see

You don’t want me to see the razors in your pockets  
The empty alcohol bottles under your bed, 
The pills by your sink for illnesses you do not have,
The belt hanging from your fan, that is four sizes too long

You don’t want me to see this side of you
But I see it whether you show it to me or not.
You tell me to forget and move on
But how can I?

How can I forget the awful panic
That I might one day respond to the call
That you have tried to take your life
That I might hold your life in my hands one day

How can I forget the awful panic 
That I might lose you
That I might cry rainbow tears 
As your father serenades you into forever sleep

Forgive me if I seem selfish
Its just I have only now found a reason to live
And it kills me that 
My reason to live also wants to die

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: depression, loneliness, lost love, love, suicide,

The Pains of Night Without True Love

The ambient glow of the fireplace becomes hypnotic.
Home alone, always, without true love to snuggle me.
Each of many pains of night makes my mind neurotic.
Pathetic it may seem for a young and beautiful girl.
Alone again after years of searching; life becomes a whirl.
Incessant longing gnaws away at self-control.
Night brings its darkness to the weariness of my soul.
Satan takes a grip upon my sanity; I am no longer whole.
Oh, that I could find true love and live a life of joy.
Forever, I live searching, only to be someone’s toy.
Night without you, my true love, is a lonely curse.
If only I could find you, whoever you are, wherever you are
Grateful love, come; I beg you and quench my thirst.
Heaven is but a thought away…as is suicide.
Touch me with your warmth; Save me and let love abide.
Where is the dream that I dreamt as a child.
I never knew that the world could be so wild.
Today is just one step in eternity, but forever alone.
How can I face another day; I know not!
Over and over the thoughts circulate in my mind.
Utter self-destructions seeming the only solution.
Then, I fear the great and dreadful consequence.
To live eternity alone would be unbearable.
Reality visits at the break of dawn, briefly.
Underneath these fancy clothes lies a broken heart.
Each day takes me to a new horizon…until night.
Loneliness tortures me; at dark I am immobile.
Oh, the pains of night without true love destroy.
Vitality sinks into Satan’s sullen ship; sips sorrows.
Everything seems lost, but I pray for true love, tomorrow.

Copyright March 8, 2015

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Pain of Night
Sponsored by Tammy Reams

Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: death, grief, heartbroken, lost love, suicide,

One Minute Till Sunset

Damned frangipani streams of misery do ripple his heartstrings with injury. Menagerie of scented memories infuse his mood with lost love reveries. Luscious sepals once had held his heart, her early twilight darkness did impart, mute mockingbirds in grief no longer sing, sunset is bleeding last vermilion fling. Ancestral home on blissful breeze he flies pellucid prayers and soul ascend pearl skies. Susan Ashley January 7, 2018 ------------------------------ ~ Third Place ~ Contest: Best Rhyming Poem 2018 Sponsor: John Hamilton ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ First Place~ Contest: 10 Words and 10 Lines Challenge Sponsor: Silent One *Required words; menagerie, vermilion, infuse, mockingbirds, twilight, frangipani, luscious, pellucid, ancestral, ripples*

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: abuse, depression, love, suicide,

Draining Heart

She kept her love in an unlit lantern.
Sure no heart would wish hers in love's pattern, 
sure dreaming of love was not a viable choice,
she sought only to quiet her desire’s voice.

Then the man came with such an honest touch
and convictions that he loved her very much.
His perfect ways made her loving heart swell,
so she let her emotions grow and dwell.
Together they shared a perfect, loving time.
Her emotions grew to a polished shine.
She knew their love was true and complete,
a perfect blend of feelings and physical heat.

Their days and couple ways increased her ease.
Each moment together designed a joy to please.
His words and quick smile completed her need.
She never doubted love was destined to succeed.

Then he altered, became rude and abrupt.
Her world swirled, now tainted and corrupt.
In desperation for sincerity to be caught,
her unbalanced emotions fought and fought.

As though her innocence was of no matter
he sent her name and heart on course to shatter.
He only wanted to steer clear of any blame
so he darkened her world with painful shame.

Her love would not go back in the lantern.
She could not change her lonely pain's pattern.
In despair she gave only her blade a choice,
letting heart’s blood drown her desire’s voice.

..CayCay Jennings
Sept22, 2015

Poem Details | by Jocelyn Honaker |
Categories: death, heartbroken, love, suicide,

Realized Too Late

She thought it was nothing and broke it off,
But despite her feelings, he took it rough.
The love that seemed unforeseen to her,
Taunted him each time he dreamed.
Although he did his best to forget, 
He hadn’t been able to forget her yet.
Passed his breaking point late one night,
He found a rope and tied it tight.
Not long after he stepped off his bucket,
He was found with a note inside his pocket.
“I will love her until the day I die,”
Were his last words and final goodbye.
With that, she realized far too late
That leaving him was her worst mistake.
Struck with grief, she grabbed two bottles.
Orange first, emptied it to the bottom.
She washed ‘em down with the bottle of rum,
His picture in her hand as she went numb.

Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: death of a friend, depression, lost love,


I’m obsessed. Feel possessed, So depressed. Lost my pride, Want to hide. Suicide. Very sad, Feel so bad, I’ve been had. Thinking of you, Feeling blue, Stuck like glue. On my mind, Love is blind. Left behind. Laying here, Drinking beer, Death so near. Over the hill, Just a pill, That can kill. Suicide, Suicide, Suicide. Copyright: 7/12/2018 “All Rights Reserved”

Poem Details | by David Lustrup |
Categories: anxiety, death, lost love, suicide,

Scarlett Rivers

if you saw my heart tonight
you wouldnt recognize it
trodden trampled torn apart
before i realized it

shredded hanging bleeding
tendons torn and tattered
you were everything to me
you were all that mattered

and now im drowning in this blackness
circleing the drain im going down
where is the end to all this madness
this misery is so profound

memories play like movies in my mind
kissing your lips so bittersweet
little short films playing constantly
tear jerkers on repete

and id give my torn, and tattered heart
for a bright tomorrow, where were not apart
and id sell my last drop, of blood you see
for a single smile, that was meant for me

under starfilled skys, in the deep dark night
i remember you, in the pale moonlight
with a million stars, shining in your eyes
how much i loved you, you never relaized

as i pull the trigger
as i hit the ground
flashes of your face fly
as lights are dimming down
life is fleeting now
as im bleeding out
let the rivers flow, the rivers flow, scarlett rivers flow now.

Poem Details | by Robert Black |
Categories: loneliness, lost love, ocean, sea, suicide,

Jump Rock

I stood 
At the edge of the cliff
Where she had jumped
So many people
Had jumped from there
In the past
That they had named the rock
From where they launched themselves
Jump Rock
Below me
The ocean had roared 
And foamed white 
Against the rocks
And it occurred to me then
That those brave souls 
Who had jumped 
Had been mistaken
That the ocean
Would not have cared 
About their demise
At all
Not even blinked
That may have been 
Their last dying wish
But I supposed
The seagulls would have noticed
And a few hungry crabs
Ten years later
The earthquake hit
And Jump Rock itself
Committed suicide 
And drowned in the sea
It had become too sad
I have dreams 
About that rock
But never about her
And in my dreams
I ask the rock
How she is going?
But the rock never speaks
Just invites me down

Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: sister, suicide,

Not Enough Love

Oh, she was my best friend,
           who was she in the end?	
So much time filled with strife...
   she chose to take her life.

           All her days filled with woe, 
the shame she couldn’t let go.
   All her ways seemed so wrong, 
the blame she felt was strong

I saw her last bleak smile, 
    as a child, broke and vile
She used to laugh with charm, 
       why did she choose self harm?

      Free of love in her youth, 
no one could see the truth.
         Too much wine for one girl,
too much grief in her world

     A sad, lone and blue soul, 
when will death make her whole?
       My loss cuts like a knife…
   she chose to take her life.

120 words total in this poem
120 syllables total in this poem

120 Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
February 6, 2018

Poem Details | by Shane Houston |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, first love, love, soulmate, suicide,

Ocean Spray

soft keystrokes on a typewriter
make the ink bleed and mark the page
steel-grey and ocean-spray were the colour of my lover's eyes
i remember looking into them and seeing our future together
i held her hand and put it up to my beating heart
i promised to never leave her side
i was always just a call away
i was always just a text away
eight-thousand two-hundred and ninety-nine days
then you said your final goodbye
you closed your eyes for the last time
and i couldn't believe that you were gone
you were the love of my life
you were my Everything

Poem Details | by Lilly Wheeler |
Categories: deep, goodbye, sad love, sorrow, suicide, teen, truth,

Depression Poem

You made me feel
Now I have to deal

You made me love when no one else could
But now I have to do something that is not good

You made me happy when skies were gray
But now that hope has gone away

You may still say you love me
But I don’t know what to be

I loved you last night
With all my might

I loved you this morning
But now without a warning

I dont love you right now
All I feel is nothing, anyhow

I am depressed and sad 
Hope you feel bad

Cuz you are the one to blame
Nothing will be the same

This is how I feel
There’s only two ways for me to deal

I can rather cut
I got this feeling in my gut

That you won’t come back to me
I don’t know what I am without thee

Or I can just get a rope
There is no hope

Get a chair, attach the rope to the ceiling
This is what I’m feeling

I hope you are sorry that you caused so much pain
Cuz now all the blood is rushing to my brain

Just watch you’re gonna be the one that caused this
You’re not gonna get the chance for one more kiss

1, 2, 3… step forward and liftoff

Bye my love sorry it had to come to this
Sorry you couldn’t get that last kiss 

Sorry we couldn't have that life we wanted
Now everyday your gonna feel haunted

Because you are the one who caused this
You wont be able to stop this.

Poem Details | by Elise Hendry |
Categories: death, grief, heaven, loss, love, pain, suicide,

To David The One With A Lion's Heart

To David …The One With A Lion’s Heart

I never knew you...
At least this side of eternity…
In a way though….
I did know you….
I recognize your heart…

I know the pain of the struggle…
To keep one’s head above water…
Trying not to drown amidst the pain…
Tired of going under…again and again…
Weary of struggling to stay in this life…

Wanting with all one’s heart to be free from the pain and struggle…
To be with Jesus…the Lover of Your Soul….
Running free in the fields of heaven…
Free from the torments of this life...

I know the pain of being confined to the “healing hospital”…
Where one’s dignity is taken away…
Where one’s  voice is not heard...
Where no one asks “why?”…
Where you feel alone and scared and misunderstood….

I know the pain of no one understanding the depths of despair…
That life is too much…too hard to continue the journey...

You were a sensitive soul…
You felt deeply and passionately about life…
Your heart ached for those whose voice was silenced…
You roared like the mighty Lion of Judah…
For those who could not roar….
You felt the pain and suffering of the weak and broken…

David…you …a protector and warrior for the down trodden…
You …a man after God’s heart…
You knew His Heartbeat… loved by your family and friends...
You were broken…
You are healed and whole now….
Your heart is free from pain and ache and longing…..

I long for the day when I can meet you …
Face to face…spirit to spirit….
And give you a hug….and say…
Words that I wished I could have said face to face to you on earth:
I know…it is ok…I understand…
You could not hold on one more minute…one more hour…one more day…
There is no condemnation….no shame...

Rest now…in the loving embrace of your Heavenly Father…
You are so loved…..
You are home now….

by Elise Hendry 
December 9, 2018

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: angst, bereavement, death, deep, depression, love hurts, suicide,

Last Tear

Our house makes sounds I never heard before -
they're part of the new nightmare-themed decor.
Former comfy rooms, styled with love's heartbeat,
now seep cold-aches, ice spiked with incomplete.

Whether I'm here or there, you're everywhere
to ignite more weight inside my despair.
This house that was stage for our shared happy
has turned gruesome and painfully mocks me.

As your adrenaline speed-soars high smiles,
your freedom sick-roars motorcycle miles.
You know not when your death mile will appear
only that it will arrive before my last tear.

February 2, 2019

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan

Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: betrayal, blue, color, confusion, corruption, crazy, cry, dark, evil, farewell, fear, girl, girlfriend, hate, horror, how i feel, i love you, jealousy, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, poetry, sad, sad love, slam, suicide, symbolism, woman, world,

Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.

Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: abuse, death, evil, lost love, pain, sad, sorrow, suicide,

Devil's Hidden Ranch


Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horseshoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
:)   SKAT

Poem Details | by Darian Rehder |
Categories: angst, beautiful, beauty, child, cry, dad, daughter, death, family, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, girl, growing up, how i feel, i love you, leaving, life, light, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, parents, pride, rainbow, social, sorrow, storm, strength, success, suicide, symbolism, sympathy, teen, time, today, tribute, trust, truth, youth,

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had toShe couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her

Suddenly a year had passed..and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?

Poem Details | by Emmanuel Fajutagana |
Categories: blue, break up, career, conflict, courage, dark, dedication, deep, depression, devotion, emotions, feelings, goodbye, hate, i love you, leaving, life, light, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, love hurts, moving on, patriotic, sad, sad love, sorrow, sorry, success, suicide, sympathy, violence, war,

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.

Poem Details | by Samantha Parlato |
Categories: absence, anxiety, depression, emotions, first love, slam, suicide,

Who are you

Who are you?

When the lights are off and your heartbeat is dense,
Do you question your time or space or this everlasting sense?
Does your mind run wild with these blues and pinks, or these yellows and greens?
Or are you overcome with black?
Do you see yourself in tomorrow’s shoes or have you fallen into the gap?
We stop and go and stop and go,
But never once do any of us really stop or go.
You fall into your sheets like it’s the last place you’ll ever be,
The only place you never want to leave.
With you it was home, 
But now it’s a sorrow of memory
In the time it takes to fall asleep, it feels like eternity.
My dreams run wild with the presence of you and anomaly
You have me so far into my head, you make my body weak
During the day my eyes fall heavy, but in the night comes the anxiety.
I fight and fluster these feelings against gravity
Its solid rock, I sink to the bottom of the sea.
I see the world carrying on without me, drowning in this history.
Moving on never seemed to be an option when our only promise was don’t give up on me.
I gave you every drop of me, from day one to day 1,460.
You held this light to my face, you burnt me.
I fought for your attention and you deserted me.
You gave no other option but to fall numb to this hurting.
I reminisce the nights we got tied in the sheets, 
The sweet love that I thought was holy.
These thoughts have soured and feelings have fell, 
Knowing of you with her, and her and her.
There’s nowhere for me to compare, 
But to be the girl of thin air.

Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: abuse, depression, desire, friendship, hope, life, love, suicide,

Life Matters

Life does not stand still
If we look, we find friendship
There is always love
Sorrowfully, we look at death
There is always hate
Our days begin with sunlight
The night has darkness
Hope is the light of the moon
We only need one
One light to end the darkness
Your life does matter
Let your light shine fore others
Hope is the light from your life

Edward J Ebbs - April 10, 2015

Poem Details | by Anthony Scandrick II |
Categories: anniversary, baby, beautiful, beauty, caregiving, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, dedication, depression, devotion, freedom, goodbye, graduation, growing up, happiness, hope, humorous, lonely, lost love, love, mystery, passion, satire, slam, sorrow, sorry, success, suicide, teen, thank you, uplifting, write,

Dear Michelle

You almost had me,
I wanted you,
The way you stuck to me like super glue,
I was feeling you,
But I knew,
I could never have you,
But, the way you looked at me,
The way my body pleads,
We can never be,
Because I’m too old,
And your only thirteen.