Suicide Awareness Poems

I have struggled with suicidal thoughts and depression from the age of 12 so I can definitely relate to all or most these scenarios, at least thought wise.

Thankfully, I was able to find relief, joy, peace, hope, love through Jesus Christ. He definitely saved my life.

If you or anyone you know is struggling with suicide or depression, please seek help immediately. You are certainly not alone.


Shattered hearts.
From within they must heal.
Memories are all that’s left
of their lives cut short.
Their light bulbs
can never be replaced
because they will never be forgotten.

Lonely and Alone

You feel alone in this bustling world.
You don’t know what to do
or who to trust
so you keep all your troubles locked in
until you buckle
and it’s too late to save you.

You were a silent cry for help.

The Daring Voices

There’s a daring voice within
barking commands;
telling you what to do
– right or wrong –
it will be done;
one way or another
the killer voice will win.
It is out of your control
once medication
has lost its way
from your bloodstream.

Bullied To The Grave

Everything is “normal” at first glance.
You could be the shyest person around
or even the most popular girl or boy;
anyone can become a victim.

For no explainable reason,
one day, your life got turned upside down
by someone who is fighting
his or her own demonic battles.

You are living in a nightmare,
day in and day out,
you try to find an escape route
from the dirty words and jokes,
mean looks, and cruel laughs
of those who are not in your shoes.

You cope and deal with it the best way
that you can
but the pain and scar
of the taunting and teasing
is squeezing your life support.

You start doing and thinking things
That has never really crossed your mind before;
you are constantly in a foul mood,
depressed, and stressed.

You suffer alone
in the confines of your room
wishing you could tell a parent or a friend
but for you, it probably wouldn’t matter at this point
because you are at the end of your rope anyway.

You have been a bullying victim for months,
Inside and outside of school.
Even on the social networks,
there is no breath of fresh air for you;
there is no end to the madness.

None. At least not yet.

Everything is in perspective now,
the pain you feel
won’t ease up
until you are out of the picture.

Depressed and Dying

You don’t know how to talk about it
so you suffer alone in darkness,
trying to find a way out
of your lonesome self.

Your days fill up with tears
and that guilty trip of feeling sorry
for yourself is your best friend.

You are always feeling sad and hopeless,
helpless and worthless.

Some feelings come and go
but some never leave,
haunting and taunting you day and night.

Sometimes you find yourself over-sleeping
and can’t seem to get out of bed
or sometimes you roam the house at night
searching for that peace of mind.

Everything seems wrong in your life,
you are having the hardest time concentrating
on simple tasks, remembering things
or even making small decisions.

You don’t know what to do.
This thing has overpowered you.

There is only one thing left to do
and since you are too afraid
or too ashamed to seek help,
you can only think of one way to go.

Suicide has become your obsession.

No one cares,
“not even you”.

Suicidal In Every Sense

It’s simple…
Maybe you are not depressed,
getting bullied,
or some other tragic case.

Maybe you had a bad argument with someone…
a parent, friend, boyfriend or girlfriend
and it hit a nerve in a terrifying way.

It wasn’t intentional,
you just didn’t know how to cope
With the emotions that came forth.
you were hurting in a way you’ve never experienced
but instead of talking about it,
You became enraged and started slashing your wrist
or causing other bodily harm in a destructive way.
Maybe you thought that taking a bunch of pills
would be enough
to send the message you wanted to deliver
But never woke up to tell.

Suicide Is Real

It’s more common than what gets publicized,
more common now than before.
More and more people
think it’s the way to go.
A trend more among children and teens.

Suicide is a taboo subject.
No one wants to talk about it
but at this very instance
your brother, sister, aunt, uncle,
cousin, friend, best friend,
boyfriend, girlfriend, son or daughter
even father, mother,
grandfather or grandmother…
the people you’d least expect to end up in a grave
could be contemplating suicide
or experiencing a past attempt.

The fact is that
It may never hit home for you
but every couple of minutes
someone makes an attempt to end his or her own life
by hanging, overdosing,
firing a single gunshot to the head, etc
…somewhere around the world
…someone will die by his or her
own trembling hands.

Anorexic To Death

She is skinny as a toothpick
but she feels as fat as a pig.
In her eyes, she looks like a bus
but in reality you can see
every bone in her body.
She does not love herself,
she hates looking in the mirror.
She eats a ton of food each day
but throw it all up at the end of the day.
She is obsessed with being thin.
She is obsessed with the models in the magazines.

The Carved Scars

Last night, he felt like an outcast.
He felt more alone than ever before.
He went to the bathroom and locked the door.
Slid to the floor
and there he cried.
He felt sad and empty.
In that bathroom was where he found his release.
He took out his pocket knife,
slashing all the pain away.
In that instant, he felt more alive
though he was on the brink of death.

They Don’t Know

She is tired
of everyone asking her
if she is “okay”
but they don’t know
the depth of her pain.

She is tired of lying.
She is tired of pretending
that she is alright
when every pore in her body
and the kids at school tell her
she’s better off dead.
Summoning the Courage

In his mind, he’s already dead.
He’s hung himself,
slit his wrist,
and blown off his own head
a hundred times and counting.

He’s not afraid to die.
Any day now,
he will finally have the courage
to end his own dreadful life.

Overdosed In Bed

On his bedside
lies his depression pills
and other pills to help him cope
with his outlook on life.
Beside them is plenty of liquor to drink.

Tonight, he can no longer cope.
He can no longer run from his calling.
He’s crying, he’s mourning his own death.
He thinks of his family,
he thinks of his friends.
He wishes he could stay
but he cannot go on not a moment more.

He empties the bottles of pills
and opens up each bottle of liquor.
He takes one last gulp of breath.

Handful by handful,
he downs the pills with liquor.
Lying on his back, he closes his eyes
and waits for his final rest to come.
He smiles. He is finally happy.

She Jumped

The story on the news says
“girl jumps off local bridge”.
A mother and father grieves her lost.
Her friends knew it was coming,
they watched her get bullied at school.
Some laughed when they called her names
“Slut”, “whore”, “dirty girl”, “stink”
and the list is a mile long.
Some turned their backs on her
because they didn’t want to be the next victim.

She was raped.
She was beaten.
She was teased daily.
She was shoved to the ground.
She was pushed around.

She had cut herself enough.
She hated herself.
She did not feel loved by anyone.
She felt ugly.
She was sad and lonely.
She was insecure.

She’d had enough.
On her way home
from school one day,
she stood on the bridge and jumped.
She was only 13 years old.

Intentional Wound

He was on a suicide mission
the moment his feet touched
the war zone of World War II,
by his side were the men
he proudly called his brothers.

One by one they died off,
he could not cope, each breath
paralyzed his hope and he knew
his number was about to called

so he gathered his thoughts,
prepared himself for the worst
and pulled the trigger.

Deliberate Message

She stepped on her bed,
walking to the edge slowly,
savoring the few steps it took.
She stood at the edge for a minute
then cocked her head,
finding a comfortable place to rest
before she tightened the knot.

Her family was downstairs
still celebrating her birthday.

The Perfect Suicide Note

She’s not perfect.
No one is.
Yet, everyone always find something wrong with her.
She’ll never be good enough for anyone.
She’s better off alone.
Forever alone.
Everything she touches, she breaks.
Everyone around her gets messed up.
Everyone is better off without her.
She strongly thinks.

her kids are the way they are because of her.
Imperfect as the next human being
though she wishes they were perfect
like every man truly wants to be.
Her family never loved nor appreciated her.
Friends take advantage of her.
The man she wants to spend the rest of her life with
ignores her for months at a time.

She’s messed up anyway.
She calls herself a bad mother and a bad person.
Bad attitude.
Suffers from depression.
Quiet to a fault.
Every day anxiety attacks.
She’s a glitch.

and that’s not the end of it…

She needs more help than she cares to admit.
She can’t carry conversations like a normal human being.
She gets scared easily.
She cries easily.
She’s easily offended.
She’s absent-minded.

She’s everything she doesn’t want to be.
She admires those who are the opposite of herself.
She wishes she was outgoing and outspoken.
She wishes she was skinny and could look good in anything.
She wants to be anyone but herself.

She doesn’t know what happiness is.
She doesn’t know herself.
She has tried to love herself
but she doesn’t know if she ever truly did
Yet she claims to love others.

She’s a fake.
She’s a fraud.
She hates her life.
She always did.

Nothing ever goes as planned.
She can never stay motivated long enough
to ever accomplish anything
she can be proud of for a long time.

So this is the end.
This is her goodbye.
She doesn’t see any hope in anything.
Not anymore.

She’s hurting more and more.
She just wants peace.
She just wants to live in peace now.
Maybe she’ll be missed.
Everyone can laugh and be happy
after she takes her last breath.

Street Wanderer

He roams the streets,
eats out of dumpsters,
and sleeps in dark alleys.
He ran away from home a few months ago.
He’d rather die on some deserted street, alone
than pretend to feel alive inside
when it’s anything but quiet.

26 thoughts on “Suicide Awareness Poems

  1. A close friend of mine committed suicide on Nov.11 of last year. I did not do enough—no matter how many times people tell me I did what I could…I did not try hard enough…I think it is a very important post that you have given us here. I shared your posting on my Facebook page. We think we do not matter in someone’s life…but we matter more than we know.

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    1. I’m so sorry to hear that about your friend. My prayers go out for the family, for you, and others affected. The truth is that, you will always feel that way until you work out that issue with yourself. Keep the memories alive and don’t beat yourself down. Thanks for sharing.


  2. As a mother whose only child ended his life almost 14 years ago, I thank you for writing about suicide. So many people find the subject too hard, and so we who are left behind can often feel walled up in a room no one dares enter.
    I’ll return to your blog another day. Today is the 4th anniversary of my husband’s death, and so I want to spend my day in reverie.


    1. You are so welcome Ms. Tricia. I am sorry to hear about your son and the tragedy of losing him to suicide. Time heals all wounds! And about your husband, my condolences. Praying for you and wishing you all the best. Take care.


  3. I am touched by these poems.Thank u JESUS for deliverance.GOD I thank u for sparing lives,touch some lives that are a threat right now cancel the plans of satan right now.Flee satan


  4. i werk daily with the having to deal with a mate that committed suicide thing, has been since 2001 and she is still on my mind a lot, prolly one of the hardest things evr for me to forgive also, i believe. take care ..over an out frum Q


  5. I’ve had two friends commit suicide… I hate myself everyday for it. They honestly both seemed to happy. Everyone tells me I couldn’t have done anything about it. But I know, I know I could have. I feel so broken. So lost. I miss them both so much. And I feel like I will never forgive myself.


    1. Hi Jordyn, I’m so sorry to hear about your friends. As hard as it seems, you have to find a way to forgive yourself. Living with guilt is not easy, it’s not the type of life your friends would want you to live. Forgive and move on to the best of your ability. Seek God’s love and grace, you’ll be alright.


    2. My daughter is going through this now. She lost one friend in January and the other last Thursday. Although nobody saw either one of them coming, I’ve have done some research since then and know the signs now. I’m keeping a warm hug and open heart to my daughter. Nobody should have to go through this, never mind twice.

      My condolences go out to you.

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    3. Hi Shelly, I’m so sorry to hear about your daughter and her friends. There’s no words to describe what she’s going through. The best you can do is to encourage her and be there for her to the best of your ability. Pray for her. Pray. God is good. Stay blessed.


  6. I am speechless. You have shared your life, your heart and vulnerability. I am thankful you are able to share you story. It speaks massively to others. Thank you

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