Home Poetry & Art
Category:

Poetry & Art

For your poems.

Chronic PainFamily & Friends EffectsGeneralI Will SurviveMy Suicide NotePoetry & ArtRantsStories of HopeStories of LossSuicidal Survivors

Life sucks and then you die

by niki
written by niki

Some people are lucky; Some people are not.
The more you learn about this world and society, the more you will realize that Life is random (chances), and yes, Life is not fair. Reality is depressing.

Most people who still always keep saying that “if you work hard, you will be successful!” are naive, ignorant, and simple-minded typical “optimistic/positive/happy-go-lucky” people you always see everywhere. And even for those people who realized it and therefore said that what’s important is to “work smart”, it also usually often means to be sly, cunning, opportunistic bastards who are too often selfish, pricks, ruthless, cold, heartless, and only care about certain shallow things like money, profits, power, position. And sadly often for the vain reasons.

There are often far too many challenges, obstacles, and also bad people who lurk just around the dark corners to eat you up, use you, trick you, manipulate you, etc etc you just name it. That’s why usually the truly good people, and the genuinely smart, wise, and idealistic, visionary type of people who have truly great and noble ideas for the progress of the world are often crushed, and losing out to the selfish, vain bastards and pricks of the world and society that I’ve just mentioned above. No wonder there are many stressful, sad, depressed, and suicidal people all around the world/planet.

This world is a shithole. Humanity is sadly not that great. Life is often disappointing. Society is sick. Existence is (mostly) just a meaningless, stupid, and pointless pain and sufferings until you die.

3 comments
3 Email
GeneralPoetry & Art

Cursed.

by NO_REMORSE
written by NO_REMORSE

everything is a lie

what i say isnt true

for im consumed by darkness

and spread it like a flu

 

like ashes dancing through the air

a final journey to the sky

theres no return for those like me

that wish themselves to die.

 

 

0 comment
0 Email
GeneralPoetry & ArtRantsSuicidal Survivors

Add New Post

by morieris
written by morieris

I’ve been here since then. Reading your life. Yes. You people. But I think it’s my turn.

We’re here because we’re all sad. Reality.

Here’s a start. I’m diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder. For years now. I discovered this website while I was searching for ways how to die or commit suicide then there it is. Pooof. I was not alone. In fact some are worse than my thoughts. But hell, we all have our own kinds of worst. Still I’ve done things I do not regret and wished it succeeded.

I’m sad. Always been sad. You already know guys how it feels. To be depressed. It just sucks and unfair. But it’s the only thing that makes my life colorful. I think without my depression my life would be nothing. I don’t know. I just love my depression now. It feels like it’s not me if I wouldn’t be depressed. But fuck it, it kills me everyday and makes me wanna die but I don’t want it to leave but I want the pain to stop. I don’t know. Am I too fucked up?

3 comments
0 Email
Coping SkillsFamily & Friends EffectsGeneralPoetry & Art

unsure

by Addiictivetragedy
written by Addiictivetragedy

i dunno what to name this, you don’t have to read. just something i wrote…

They tell you “you’re not alone”
but why am i staring at my dry ass phone?
sitting here wishing this house was a home.
room full of people but my mind takes over and i feel by myself.
they tell you “you should reach out for help”
but opening up I pour to much and drowned everyone that wants to care.
then you hear other people’s problems talking about how their life isn’t fair.
when your life’s been a battle since your very first breath.
every day in your head, thinking about death.
try to appreciate the little things, isolate and collect yourself again,
maybe i just need a good friend?
maybe i need not to pretend
toxic relationship with myself i need to mend.
put on my mask, fake this laugh, have this conversation it’s only a hour and a half.
your life is summed up in just a couple lines, cause at the end of the session i tell them i’m fine. all i need is time, but in reality i’m paying the blind.
chin check, check my texts, figure out what’s next. live my life, on my grind, remind myself i still have time.
i have a daughter i can’t leave behind.

-Angelica

#PoemsByAngelica

1 comment
2 Email
Family & Friends EffectsGeneralPoetry & Art

Smile

by lilsuicideangle007
written by lilsuicideangle007

She smiles but the pain is getting to her. She looks though the window and stares at the stars. With the scarlet red blood trickling down to her silver blade. She can’t breath, she’s suffocating in silence. Screaming for help and yet nobody can hear her. Everybody is giving up on her so she’s hopeless. Crying though the nights and fighting everyday she keeps a smile on her face. It’s like a mask. A mask that only she can see under. She will fall in love and still get hurt. Getting lied to is just something that happens everyday. She can’t go another day living in pain. She hears the words too often. Ever since she learned what suicide was she was told that it was a permeant solution to a temporary problem. But the problem isn’t too temporary. Everyday is like a war. Fighting getting new scars everyday. Today she was killed. She took the pills and fell asleep. But in her casket she still smiles. Now everyone knowing that she was wearing a mask. She’s gone. With a smile

0 comment
4 Email
GeneralPoetry & ArtRants

13 Years

by lilsuicideangle007
written by lilsuicideangle007

January 5th, 2007, a bright little girl was brought into this world. With her “Happy mother” and “Health Father”. 13 years ago she was happy.
12 years ago her dad became an alcoholic and sick
11 years ago her grandma got cancer
10 years ago her grandma died
9 years ago her brother killed himself
8 years ago she was being bullied
7 years ago her sister tried to commit suicide
6 years ago her dad almost died
5 years ago she was raped
4 years ago her family broke apart
3 years ago she started to cut
2 years ago she tried to kill herself
1 year ago her family lost themselves
Today she’s in the hospital almost dead for an overdose

2 comments
7 Email
Chronic PainFamily & Friends EffectsGeneralI Will SurviveMy Suicide NotePoetry & ArtRantsStories of HopeStories of LossSuicidal Survivors

Life is not fair

by niki
written by niki

Life is not fair

Some people are lucky,
Some people are not

Some people live a successful & happy life,
Some people fail miserably & even commit suicide

Everything is just only a random chance

The universe doesn’t care
We are just only a tiny little speck of dust in this vast universe

Nothing matters.

4 comments
5 Email
Chronic PainFamily & Friends EffectsGeneralI Will SurviveMy Suicide NotePoetry & ArtRantsStories of HopeStories of LossSuicidal Survivors

To grow up and being an adult (adulthood) is overrated and depressing

by niki
written by niki

When we grow up into being an adult, often we are pressured to be “realistic”. But at what cost? Too often, especially when you’re not ‘lucky/fortunate’ enough, all this whole “adulthood” and “grow up” things just turned us into a jaded, weary, bitter, cynical, apathy, limited, empty, cold, sad, & depressed person/individual..

The young, youthful, carefree, freespirit, creative, lively, happy, & dreamy/dreamer “child” / “childhood” in us often times slowly have died.. as we grow up into being an adult..

And for many people, it also usually means that we have to “let go”, or to be more honest & real, I would say that we are being pressured to kill our dreams..

Reality is cruel, cold, disappointing, very limiting, mundane/boring, stupid, pointless/meaningless (often times), & depressing.. especially for some of us who have fully realized it & wake up to the harsh truth.

6 comments
6 Email
GeneralPoetry & Art

The stars are quite poetic

by Deadstar7
written by Deadstar7

I end up here a lot. In this place where my mind races and then slows and either way I feel like I’m not breathing already.

The story of the stars fascinate me. That their light shines on for so long after they themselves have died out. And I’m only wondering if that is because I feel like that too.

My life has had so many tragic lows mixed with all sorts of positive highs. This true explosion of light. Some days I feel the contentment and peace that comes with being surrounded by the blues and purples of the galaxy. Others I think I might explode from the stress and anxiety of the meteor showers. Regardless I always stay in the same place. I always act the same. Like the trusty constellation stars you will always find in the same place if you know just where to look.

I feel like my head is in this time frozen space. Witnessing so much and feeling so small in comparison to what is out there. Desperately just wishing for some gravity to pull me out of this place i am in. For my light to mean something to someone even if I fade out and it’s all that’s left of me.

It’s easy to wish upon the first star you see, but does anyone ever really notice the same random star twice? I think they are just lucky glances. But when the earth turns and suddenly the sun shines down upon them, all of those little stars are soon forgotten.

I wonder what else is out there. What importance there is to just this monotonous routine of always ending up in the same place with the same thoughts.

Sometimes I wonder if these beautiful stars truly die, or if they just take their own light and run away in search of something more than this.

Both escapes sound beautiful.

Wish on a star tonight, it could be the last night of the millions it’s light has shown.

2 comments
2 Email
Chronic PainGeneralPoetry & Art

My Demons dont even bother.

by JudgeMeNot
written by JudgeMeNot

I’ve come so far yet learned nothing.

Took a risk in hope to better my confidence. Failed to understand the simplest of obstacles. Isolated long enough to meet the stranger I see in the mirror, it stands with no emotion. My world is full of confusion, more of the same shit everyday.

My life if you can call it that. The purpose is to evolve and participate in modern society. Work, Love and Raise children. Everyone must contribute. I on the other hand have been left to my own perception, which is dangerous given you need others opinions to know right and wrong, to trust and deflect ideas. Pure loneliness has become my illness. I’m 25. I dont go out. I do everything alone. I save more money and only get to worry about myself, sounds good I guess. But if you cant get comfortable not having the attention from others than you will suffer in your own little world, that being my bedroom.

I don’t know how to live. I’m scared of what’s behind my bedroom door. I’m a slave to the unknown. I miss dating.. to be loved. To be looked at. To kiss and hold.

I’ve practice becoming the monster I fear the most because it’s all that I’ve ever felt..

It’s better to feel pain than to not feel at all.

My demons see this. They can smell how pathetic I am. They dont even bother.

 

2 comments
1 Email
Chronic PainFamily & Friends EffectsGeneralI Will SurviveMy Suicide NotePoetry & ArtRantsStories of HopeStories of LossSuicidal Survivors

Being a good and nice person is not enough

by niki
written by niki

You also must be ‘smart’ especially in terms of knowing how to make money. And often times, that also means you also have to be opportunistic, follow the system & rules (just like everybody else), even be cunning, sly, ruthless, brash, full of tricks, greedy, selfish, ready to step on other people who are ‘weaker’ (eg: poorer, etc).

Money is everything in our modern society today, unfortunately. It’s all about money nowadays. And if you can’t beat the system, then you have to join them. Everyday you are forced to survive, or for survival. And if you’re not strong enough to follow the system/rules, then too bad, either you will lose, get left out, get sidelined, trampled, kicked in a dirt, become a loser or failure in society, or you will die because you can’t survive.

Maybe life is just not for everyone. Maybe some of us are not meant to live in this world, society, existence, or whatever it is. Maybe it’s all really random and nihilistic, ie: some will live, and some will die. Just like ants, some will survive, and some will be killed, can’t survive, got unfortunate/bad luck, and die.

Life is depressing. Society is depressing. This world is depressing. Even all this whole existence thing is just depressing, mundane/boring, very limiting, sick, pointless/meaningless (for some people who really realize it), and honestly, everything is just so stupid.

3 comments
5 Email
Poetry & Art

Nothing

by SuchIsLife
written by SuchIsLife

Nothing. Do you ever see it? I see it everyday. How empty this world and its pleasures. How fleeting its riches, how barren its comforts; how vanished its securities.
Nothing. Do you ever pursue it? I follow after it everyday. How disappointing when caught, when you remember it’s vapor. How sad it’s reward – more aptly named lost.
Nothing. Do you ever feel it? I feel it everyday. How hardened my heart, how gone my emotions. How the voice of my Beloved has lost its beloved place in my soul.
Nothing. Do you ever become it? I am nothing everyday. How less I am than a worm; worthless, rebellious dust. How little are my lamentations esteemed before the just.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

3 comments
7 Email
Poetry & Art

I wasn’t sure of publishing this, but here goes.

by VenusHope
written by VenusHope

Days pass all the same, it’s like I’m in a maze, things don’t ever change.
With every pill and every conversation, it always leads me to my imagination.
Discerning reality from fiction, should I obey orders without resistance?
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months. Is there really a difference…

Hiding from everyone, fearing their actions, leaving me petrified.
Covering it with a laugh, living in an endless mansion, making me stupefied.
Walking down the pathway, with meaningful portraits, memories of a life long forgotten.
It’s there, an abyss of nothingness. “Go on, venture into the unknown.” It will console.
Many others have walked this path, some go with a laugh, others void.
It’s your turn.

I take a step, hesitant. Hands clenched, it’s compelling. Enticing.
Another step, there are no memories flashing. I look back to the room I’ve spent my days in, to where there’s lighting.
A hand extends from a faceless entity, could it be representing what’s left of my humanity?
Silly goose, it’s too late. All there was, and will ever be, is pain.
I stride forward, with a confident gait. The last action of my own volition, let it be without hesitation.

It sucks me in, enveloping me in a calming way. Voices fill my head, lulling me away.
A pang of sadness buds, blossoming in my chest. What is it, that I regret?
There was a person, that held me back. But sadly, I can’t discern lies from facts.
A masterpiece, that I was blessed to have met.

Memories fade, there’s no point reminiscing. I wait. Closing my eyes, wishing for peace.
Like others before me, forgive me for being weak. I’ve tried, and it hurt, countless days laying inert.
Violence and tragedy, forging loose memories. Slashing and ripping, I no longer want to be needing.

Opening my eyes, is this what I really want? But I really don’t want to go back to the hunt.
My fate is sealed, like a missive being issued. No point thinking, you don’t have a high IQ.
Wetness on my cheeks, I smile. So this is what it feels like, to be gone.

2 comments
2 Email
Newer Posts
Older Posts