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 Aug 29 Erin
LL
Empty | Haiku
 Aug 29 Erin
LL
I have within me
a thousand year's worth of want —
and an empty bed
2025/120
 Aug 28 Erin
mae kumiko
The End
 Aug 28 Erin
mae kumiko
The end may be near But that's okay.

The end may be near But it's alright.

The end may be near But it's fine.

I expected this day to come.

Not all things must come to an end, And yet, Here I am, a shadow of my former self Amongst the end of all things

In this reality, it may all be over But that's okay.

I wanted this day to come.
a "poem" if you can even call it that, that i wrote after my fiancée died. i wrote it as a suicide note because i didn't know what else to say anymore. there was nothing left to say, nothing important on my mind anymore, besides dying, that is. but it failed and i ended up in a psych ward for 9 months.
 Aug 28 Erin
Michael Ryan
I said my favorite food was
something fancy until after college.
Then I found the voice to say it was pizza.

But I never did find a way to say
Me, Myself, and I don't really agree
with life.

Instead I said.
Sure, pineapple belongs on pizza.
Find a way to say how you really feel.  If you're not saying it then you aren't really living it either. (Which is difficult - no judgement.
 Aug 28 Erin
Soph
Could I?
 Aug 28 Erin
Soph
Could I be your sky,
so close,
yet unreachable?

Could I be your brightest star,
looking so near,
but still so far?

Could I be the angel watching over you,
endless love,
too far to give?

Could I be your best memory,
didn't think you'd miss me,
but you do now that I'm gone?
 Aug 28 Erin
Tony Anderson
How many times
Have I thought about killing myself
How many times
Have I thought about ending it all
How many times
Has that dark angel visited me

Time and time again
The anguish
The pain
The utter emptiness
That is life
Has almost shattered me

My tears fall
Like acid rain
Tearing me apart
Ripping me to shreds
 Aug 28 Erin
Kevin
To those who say suicide is selfish
Understand you can never understand what they delt with
You may say you have it worse than they did
On deeper levels that **** was well hid
Somethings easy to you may be the hardest for others
Its not easy to leave mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters
Your strength my weakness, your weakness my strength
Those who suffer go through many trials of a dark never ending length
Some wear there scars on there sleeves
Others hide it tucked well deep beneath
Help sometimes is not what they really need
I can assure you this wasn't a selfish and greedy deed
They loved you so much, more than you'll ever know
Sometimes in an ironic way the better is finally letting go
Whether you believe in afterlife or rather nothing at all
Remember the best of times and for them stand proud and tall
There being may no longer reside on our earthly plane
But forever in our hearts and mind they shall always remain
We will never fully understand and comprehend
I'm not a religious man but I know we will reunite in the end
Dedicated to my best friend Josh! And all those who have passed or have delt with a suicide
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