'2015 Slam for Suicide Awareness and Prevention
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you wake up every day
wondering why you woke up.
why your mother loves you
even though you use her money.
why your dad is still there.
I want, I need
I’ve laughed, I’ve cried
But I’m not to crazy
To commit suicide
It’s not my only choice
So stop saying that it is
There was silence and the voices outside were telling me something was wrong,
I was happy and excited and the music was playing with a speed i never knew before
The voices inside told me that its a dream ,
Don't cut your wrist
and don't cut your thighs.
Don't get pissed
just show the world that you're alive.
Pull up your sleeves
show what you hide.
Not for us, But for yourself please
Forgiven and forgottenThe boy chasing what he could never catchShe came and went when she pleasedThe sun set over his prisonShe hel
I'm on the edge
I'm on the brink
No time for guessing
No time to think
All is gone
Yet all is here
But at the edge
The cold grows near
I have no courage
I have no fear
When I look back on that day, it is as if I am looking through the eyes of someone else.
The throbbing in my wrist, aching disappointment in my chest, and numbness of my mind does not belong to me.
Dear you,
It was just another day,
The daily rutine the same as always.
School ran by like a blur of wind
Until everything stopped in its tracks.
How is it possible for a single event
Drifting away from the edge, he grabs her by the hand
Trying to pull her back home
They don’t love me she says, cradling the knife in her hand
I just want to be alone, get out of my room
gone...
just...
gone...
your light dark
leaving me without our spark
just your permanent mark
could've saved you from your fall
but you had already given your all
Mama used to tell me that sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me
Well I think momma lied
Words have killed me
I'm not the same as I was yesterday or the day before
I'm worse now
The skinny kid, Jimmy
He walked
as if he was too big for his frame!
Legs spread apart
Chest out.
He's the same kid
who told me,
that heroes do run-away
sometimes.
Crazy
Scars line my arm,
They call it self harm,
It doesn't hurt anymore,
No more crying on bedroom floors,
Imploring, begging, needing the world to stop,
To just be quiet, for a minute.
A cry for help goes ignored,
that cry for help silenced itself.
The next cry for help went ignored
and that cry for help silenced itself.
Its a seemingly endless cyle of death,
I swallow the pills,
I chase them with the vodka given to me on my birthday 5 months ago.
The tears stop
Everything slows down
My heart begins to slow down
She's the type of girl
That everyone would desire
Long hair, beautiful
So many do admire
But what you see on the outside
Really doesn't matter
Cause she's hurting inside
Ready to die
I used to live in the darkno one to call for helpno one to share my pain
my heart was brokenmy scars were openi had nothing to lose
blonde hair and freckles
good grades and a contagious laugh
happy family and dinner together
good days and sleepful nights
just a little girl
blonde hair and pale skin
I canott feel your pain nor can I understand
The things you go through for the utter demand
To take your precious life although it may not seem
Like things will get better so you can finally redeem
