Sad Suicidal Poems DefinitionSource(Google.com.pk)
When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life's creatures. Even a blade of grass or flower fights for the privilege of life. When someone close to you voluntarily ends their lives, your entire value system is thrown into question. Family members may also be consumed with guilt, thinking that they somehow should have seen the signs that led to the individuals suicide. Group therapy with others who have experienced this trauma as well individual therapy may be necessary to help cope.
Sorry! For all i've done,
I won't get in your way.
and by the time you read this,
On my death bed i'll lay.
I'm worthless and lonely,
So i think this is for the best.
I needed to kill myself,
and put myself at rest.
Not like anyone will care,
Or anyone will bother.
I was just a silly kid,
who was hated by his mother.
I do not want a funeral,
Don't go the expense.
Just chuck me away in the rubbish,
You know that it makes sense.
Give all my stuff to the poor,
and burn all the pictures of me.
I don't want anyone to know,
That i've been so cowardly.
Our Little secret
Why does he make me do it?
He knows Im under age.
Its not just that, he's family,
If I say no he gets in a rage.
I try to fight him off,
I struggle, full of tears,
He says its our little secret,
Hes been doing this for years.
The pain is unbearable,
Sometimes I find it hard to walk,
He even gives me bruises,
If I am noisy or talk.
I want to tell my mum,
Maybe he can make him go,
But then he will come after me,
He says he needs me so.
Why did you leave me here to die,
bleeding from my heart and my soul
crying till I was blue in the face
I never thought you'd go
How much you told me you loved me
How much you told me you cared
Yet you could brake my heart and
leave me in all this despair
Now I shall never know
why you left me here to die!
I don't know why I did it, I was just fooling around. I never knew life was
so precious, until I hit the ground.
I was mad, I remember I got a knife, I slit my wrists which took my life.
The blood kept flowing, it wouldn't stop, my hair and my clothes were like a mop.
It was the worst kind of feeling, when I made myself die, all I could do was
lie there, I couldn't even cry.
I tried it before, although not the same way. I had an overdose, at least
that's what they say.
I told no one, I kept it all inside, when I was confronted I sat there and
lied. I never should have done it as you can tell, because I committed
suicide, I shall burn in hell!