The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.
quote by Emile M. Cioran
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Suicide.
Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
Suicide, suicide
Take me away
Suicide, suicide
Please make it today
Suicide, suicide
An answer, for me
Suicide, suicide
I need to escape, be free
Suicide, suicide
I’ve had too much
Suicide, suicide
Take me, do your touch
Suicide, suicide
Leave the rest behind
Suicide, suicide
You’re all over my mind
Suicide, suicide
Let me pass in peace
Suicide, suicide
I need to release
poem by Lisa French
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Suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide
Come and save me
Suicide, suicide
Come and take me
Suicide, suicide
Where are you hiding
Suicide, suicide
Please let it be now
Suicide, suicide
Give me and answer
Suicide, suicide
Release me, i beg of you
Suicide, suicide
I can't take no more
Suicide, suicide
Free me, please touch me
Suicide, suicide
Help me end this
Suicide, suicide
It's only you in my mind
Suicide, suicide
Take me silently
Suicide, suicide
I need it now more than ever
poem by Sumiya Khan
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Suicide
Suicide
I love that word
Suicide
it sounds nice
Suicide
it tastes like freedom
Suicide
nothin to live for
Suicide
Suicide
these wounds wont seem to heal
Suicide
this pain is just to real
Suicide
theres just to much that time cannot erase
Suicide
slice your wrist already
Suicide
hard and deep
Suicide
why am i still writing
Suicide
Goodbye
poem by Victoria Fierro
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Den
Brain walls: bio-insulation keeps me cosy
in my hidden room.
Eye balls: bio-windows let me peer and sneer
upon our filthy race, with
Ear holes – bio-microphones – assuming tones
I only wish to face.
Inside, I flit between assimilation,
fantasy, and desperation – each another room
for me to occupy –
as in a nest or burrow, a honeycombed hive –
fathoming which to best survive in;
harbour me from that outside.
Shit! It’s just as bad in here –
I need another den to hide in!
So where’s a niche to keep me from the world,
but also from my rabid head?
Yes, of course –! it’s being dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Pull the trigger
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Noone will care
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Time to end your pain
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Heres the end of your game
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
poem by Lizzie Resendiz
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Dear suicide
Dear suicide
Why I ‘am alive?
Suicide suicide
Why is so sad?
A lot of pain in my life
Suicide suicide
My heart is so black
Full of pain and sadness
Suicide suicide
My thoughts were so nice
But now I’m so sad
Suicide suicide
I always cry, don’t hurt me again
I just want to be free and fly
Suicide suicide
I don’t want to cry anymore
All I want is fly in the sky
Suicide suicide
The end is coming for me
The beginning of the end of my life
Suicide suicide
Just let me rest in peace
And never come back
Suicide suicide
Time to go
I say goodbye
Suicide suicide
Thanks for listened to me
I’ll see you in my new life
Suicide suicide
Adios
Ciao
Goodbye.
poem by Alex Rodriguez
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Suicidal Feelings
Suicide
I feel no fear
Suicide
I wish you were here
Suicide
I will use a knife
Suicide
I want to end my life
Suicide
I need to escape, be free
Suicide
ANSWER ME
Suicide
Take me away
Suicide
Make it today
Suicide
Your all over my mind
Suicide
Free me from my kind
Suicide
Let me pass in peace
Suicide
I need to release
Suicide
Now down i lie
Suicide
Goodbye
poem by Lucy Pickford
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She’s Gone
Eyes bemused –
A disconnect
Dermal swathes of young and old
Reject the guessing of your age
You’re blind –
A blueprint for blankness
Your dreaming pipes through nothingness –
Are you still afloat? – atop the oceans,
Heaving, heavy over Hell,
Boiling, spoiling in a mind that couldn’t cope.
Ah! but Death smiles
And so do you
Kissing Him
Is all to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The Suicide Train
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Her Bliss
Death is in the flower's heart –
Why to cry for life of any petal?
Death in purple ink of weary pens
Betrays the written yearnings
On her scented paper.
Death is laughing in her cry;
Her broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve.
Death ignores the plight of any purity –
He doesn’t care or seem to be aware of
What her dewy eye desires,
For Death beckoned:
'Embrace the jar! '
And yes, she did –
For Death, of course.
After all, no other man would
Open up her hand and bid her with a kiss,
So Death became her bliss.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Suicide! !
Suicide
It's all i think about
Suicide
Can't get it out
Suicide
So hard to resist
Suicide
resist the urge to slit my wrist
Suicide
wishing i had a gun
Suicide
all i have is a small razor
Suicide
so i drag the blade across my legs and arms
Suicide
wishing to do myself much more harm
Suicide
and i wake soaked in blood
Suicide
cuts all over my body
Suicide
and im still somehow alive
Suicide
deep and long so much blood lost
Suicide
how am i still here?
Suicide
I really need a gun
Suicide
one day... one day
Suicide
poem by Kaliaha Hogue
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Nothing is as it seems.......
Love,
is just hate in a disguise.
Hate,
is obsession wearing a mask.
Obsession,
it's just overpowered passion.
Passion,
is unnecessary attention.
Attention,
does anybody need it?
Nothing is as it seems.
Not even life.
poem by Aaron Christwanderer
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Suicide 3
suicide suicide in my mind
suicide suicide your my kind
suicide suicide i wish i was dead
suicide suicide im lead on my bed
suicide suicide mt end has come
suicide suicide my deed is done
poem by Lindsay Birch
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I Say Don't Worry I Don't Believe In Suicide And Neither Should You
I say don't worry I don't believe in suicide
No matter how much it hurts on the inside
From the deepest darkest depression
I still have hope from the faceless
This is my heart and it so priceless
Like obsession I keep getting asked the same question
I say I don't worry I don't believe in suicide
Never even tried
They are enough risks in this life
Why ever give up on ones self?
No matter many how many times I fail
I will keep coming back so strong
No their is nothing wrong
I say I don't believe in suicide
Yes I have cried
Who hasn't at a time
Does that make me out of my mind?
I tell you here and now I'm fine
With verses that rhyme
I say I don't believe in suicide
For to take a life so precious even your own
Is just so wrong
It shakes me down to very core
A sadness forever more
The greatest intentions galore
I am of this world
And I won't just let go
Don't you know?
I say I don't believe in suicide
Still friends unbeknownst to me come out of the wood work
They start talking only to realize their is nothing wrong
For my soul is still here all as one
I live the bad with the good as everyone should
Sometimes I feel so alone
But we all do
Does that make me a man living on the edge?
Not by any means
Just listen to me as I say I don't believe in suicide
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Obsession for man
Obsession for man
~
Obsession for man
Needing to know
Wanting to discover
Where they have been
What they are wearing
Each thought and word
Must be known completely
Discovery without mystery
Leaves no hiding place
Crave a response
Track, trace and fish for it
Their attention drawn
Into a picture of the self
Its sexually perverse
Chemically incorrect
The obsession of man
A sell out fragrance
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Valentine in Pain
A dream of hidden death,
Embedded in her flowers –
Dripping; drenched in nectar tears
Now the dream of dying soul;
Confined, a trembling heart is
Squeezing out the ember years
And in her dream of youth,
Abounding buttocks writhe,
Acting out the careless dares
But the dream of hideous beauty:
Self-delusion, begging fears
Evolving from an agonising birth, her
Blacker days eclipsing; draining worth
‘So ugly living calls to die –
Forever in the dreams I cry! ’
Erotic debt; a laughing lie
Were done for her –
A blade for sure!
The dreams to cure!
A calming sigh…
And in a smile of pain
She bled and waned
Her cold pathetic bye
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide tried
Suicide Suicide Suicide ride!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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SUICIDE is not a WANT but a NEED
Suicide is what I want
Suicide is what I need
To live without these feelings
growing within me.
You said I cut for attention
You were right on some level.
In the beginning that is what it was for
Attention.
But even though you found out
you left me alone without care or doubt
you thought that after seeing a counsler
I would be just fine
but I want what is supposed to be mine
the attention of others
and no lonliness for thee
its what I want
not these feelings within me.
Pain and suffering
is what I feel now
Pain and suffering
there is no hope now.
If you wished to help me
give up your hope
for now I am
eternally broke.
The puddle is bigger
The puddle is black
The puddle is swelling
and cannot come back.
My blood rushes forth
in a river of red
till it congrigates
and Im dead.
poem by Michelle Dickson
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Suicide, Suicide
suicide, suicide
your presence is near
suicide, suicide
i wish you were here
suicide, suicide
i hear your voice
suicide, suicide
why aren’t you here?
suicide, suicide
you’re my only friend
poem by Tashi Coote
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Suicide Countdown.
suicide, suicide i wish i was dead.
suicide, suicide oh how much my wrists have bled.
suicide, suicide were almost there.
suicide, suicide no more skin, the blade will tear.
suicide, suicide we have one week.
suicide, suicide so filled with relief, i cannot speak.
seven days, suicide; until i die.
six days, suicide; no longer will i cry.
five days, suicide; ooh i cant wait.
four days, suicide; until i meet my fate.
three days, suicide; till my last word is said.
two days, suicide; twenty four hours till im dead.
one day, suicide; till night tears through dawn.
today, suicide; i am dead, i am gone.
{ some Tiddely Winks person, copied and pasted my poem on their profile. I WROTE THIS, IT ANGERS ME SAVAGELY TO THINK SOMEONE TOOK MY POEM.! !
poem by Marissa E '
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The Possibility In Impossibility
Laughter is what comes to mind whenever I think of peoples' fear of impossibility. In life instances, there can always be delays, failed attempts not impossibility. It's only from a continuous approach do we get closer to perfection or perhaps excellence. Even the good-old city of Rome wasn't built in a day so as Noah's arch. Even in impossibility there's a possibility which further explains that anything is achievable or in other words attainable. A good believer should always equate impossibility to Cos 90. The word impossibility has to be cancelled from our dictionaries and deleted from our encyclopaedia softwares because it's a wrong theory conjured by 'evil philosophers'. Will we stand there and just watch an ' im ' inflection to prevent us from our possibility? ? Never! ~> Always remember that even in impossibility there's a possibility.
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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The Wrong Suicide
suicide suicide are you here for me to night
suicide suicide take me away in that sweet sweet pain
suicide suicide the way out of my pain
suicide suicide where ismy lil razor blade
suicide suicide why must you make me cry
suicide suicide why must you be on my mind
suicide suicide make me bleed havely to night
suicide suicide i bid you good bye
poem by Danyelle Tedrow
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