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I held on…

August 17th, 2016by whenallthestarsfall

I held on…through everything over the last year……I held on…being turned inside out….  I held on… giving it one last try as I hung on to nothing….I held on…while grasping for anything as I fell through nothing but open space….  I held on…as time keeps marching on, as it forgets me in it’s wake….

I held on…..because I know what it is like to be alone….I held on…. because I know what it’s like to have people turn their back on you…  I held on…. as I cried alone…. I held on as my heart finished breaking as I held my infant son one last time….I

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Buried Above Ground

August 16th, 2016by Melancholic Poet

Though not written by myself, I feel that this piece of poetry applies to many of us on SP. It is considered one of the darkest poems of the English language; written by William Cowper, after his suicide attempt, in 1774 – following the poem Sapphics (“Lines written during a period of insanity”).

Encompass’d with a thousand dangers,
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors….
I … in a fleshy tomb, am
Buried above ground.

— William Cowper

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Solitude standing

August 16th, 2016by solitarySoul

I cannot think of any better last words than these by Suzanne Vega (1987)

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Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she’s been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I’m struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we’ve met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says “I’ve come …

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Depressive Wounds

August 15th, 2016by Melancholic Poet

Though the sands of time pass
The wounds remain fresh
Ones that cannot be healed
By even sins, of the flesh.

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another shitty poem (?)

August 15th, 2016by shatterediris

Welp I decided to delay my homework and do this instead…. I don’t like it at all…. But should still share anyway…. Why not? I don’t like a lot of things about it…. It flows kind of sporadically threw out it, although it still feels all like one piece at least…. so meh…. It kind of feels like it’s having a heart attack…. (the poem (if you can call it that))

*start*

Let’s think outside of our bodies

And stop acting like photo copies

Of the worst in society

You’re on your knees, call it piety

Oh please, just stop speaking

Of this paradise you’re seeking

Praying daily like an addiction

Begging for a …

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Emotions

August 14th, 2016by Melancholic Poet

A journey through emotions
Long, dark and cold
Enough to make even the youngest
Feel old

From depression, through mania
And everywhere between
The pain, everlasting
The struggle, unseen.

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Lost in time

August 14th, 2016by Destinyundead

Lying lifelessly on the same old sack
I can hear the constant tickles of the wall clock
Piercing the silence just like waves hitting the rocks
Reminding my brain chained in shackles and locks
That it can bear endless shocks
It has gone past the jibes and mocks.

Every passing moment seems identical
Biding idle time feels like a prey caught in tentacles
Even when body makes a move
Soul is stuck in an endless time loop.

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Undead

August 14th, 2016by Destinyundead

Purpose is long gone
No one now even  frowns
Friends disappeared as sun shone
Leaving shattered and prone.
Dragging life meaninglessly alone.

You blame it on depression
They understood for a while the condition
Now all seems a clever deception
Shredding responsibilities in dejection
You think why you exist
Hopelessness you cant desist
Life took new turns and twists
Dragging your feet close to the closet
Death awaits with patience
Shame on your fake innosense
Cant muster courage to die
Ill fated forced to survive.

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Existence

August 13th, 2016by Melancholic Poet

They say that life is a journey
I stand and contest
From the womb
To the breast
To the end of one’s quest

Life is merely a leg
For death holds the rest.

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That will be me

August 13th, 2016by solitarySoul

When you brush aside the silk
to welcome the day’s first beam

That will be me

When you hear the whispering wind
tenderly kissing the leaves

That will be me

When you smell salt in the air
and hear the dance of the eternal sea

That will be me

When the October sky catches your eye
and you gaze upon the heavenly gleam

That will be me

When you are confronted with the darkness
and feel a helping hand you can’t see

That will be me … watching over thee

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Suicide’s Grasp

August 10th, 2016by Melancholic Poet

Escape from its grasp
An impossible task
For the afflicted is trapped
Within a one piece clasp

The issue before thee
One cannot see
The moon from the night
The shore from the sea.

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Ambivalence

August 9th, 2016by Melancholic Poet

The cock of the hammer
The slam of the slide
Signaling the death
Of one’s self pride

One pull from freedom
One final thought
Shall my soul fly
Or, shall it not.

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Love?

August 8th, 2016by marz

Have you ever been so in love it changes your entire perception on romance, life and the point of existing? I mean why bother with something that you have no control over especially when it involved two people. It isn’t like you can force the other person to reciprocate the exact same feelings that you have. Love is a funny thing, it can either make you happiest person alive or it can make  you want to tear your soul into a million pieces. I guess it depends on what type of relationship you are in, although even the best of relationships can turn sour at …

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My Soul Flies (And Fly It Will)

August 6th, 2016by Counting The Days Until I'm gone

Trapped inside this ominous receptacle,

Eighteen years, eight months, six days, ten hours, fifty minutes and forty seven seconds beyond my best before date,

I stand hollow and cavernous-as the wind cascades itself amidsts my masts, creating sweet tunes and great form;

My eyes have been spectators to such mesmerising beauty, humbling devastation and horror;

My ears have beared witness to great orchestrated melodies, profound speeches and bone wrenching pleas for intervention;

My skin has felt the sweet caress of a caring hand, the firm- corrective thump of life, the allure of a sexual pulse and the sterility and inamimacy of iron.

My heart has endured the thrills of young love, …

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Change

August 5th, 2016by illusual

From my travels I had five coins
One for Drunkiness
One for Insanity
One for Greed
One for Theft
One for Sobriety
I got drunk on wine
I smoked green until high
I sat where my noose touched the sky
I passed out until morning
Only to find
I’d lost them all except two
Insanity and Sobriety
Now I sit stuck between
Wondering what it is I should do

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I hope this helps someone.

August 2nd, 2016by NineTheTimesBluer

Hey guys, so I was digging through some old stuff yesterday and I found a poem I wrote a month or so ago. It probably won’t make much of a difference, but I’m hoping it will make someone feel better about themselves;it always cheers me up when I read it.

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All that’s left

August 1st, 2016by tirednlonely

Here at the darkest part
is where I must choose to start
a place I want to leave behind
but always blaring in my mind
I cannot run and cannot hide
from the darkness that lies inside
the answers I seek to find
questions I know of not which kind
the greatest acceptance, my chosen despair.
upon this life I do not dare
to call the darkness from which I hide
I sink my head, “in lonely torment…” I cried!
I run from this gathering of host
the face of all, I am afraid of most
this darkness I keep within
hidden beneath this drape of skin
it’s a tempest of doubt and fear
that of which I not utter here
for speaking …

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lAUGH IT OFF? :( The Blank Canvas

July 26th, 2016by CARLOSPEJUAN

So I think instead of a suicide letter with all the things that lead to that moment, or what I want people to change, or not do (like cry and stuff) I think I want one that you can’t help but laugh at.

Someone suggested writing a normal suicide letter and then posting lol at the end. I laughed at that then cried a little, then laughed again.

But mine should read something like this:

I was bored and was kind of curious as to what was in the other life. So I decided to find a portal, but that was taking too long so meh screw I …

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Vote Myra

July 25th, 2016by SeeSmith

20150501 bernie joke

Don’t worry. This is just a dream. Like me.

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Yet another shitty poem (atrocious)

July 24th, 2016by shatterediris

So I kind of like this one, not sure why…. This is one that I wrote today, had to write a few because I didn’t do any writing yesterday and that made me feel bad…. I normally don’t do this on weekends, but I skipped a few days during the week so I have to catch up, I decided that this one can get a title because it feels like it wants that as a title…. Again as always this is mostly just freely written by me in a sitting or two (this one was two (30 minute break)) so it is pre rough and …

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