by the railway lines she sits
with no-one but herself
slowly and deeply across her arms
with a sharpner blade she cuts
...
suicide suicide in my mind
suicide suicide your my kind
suicide suicide i wish i was dead
suicide suicide im lead on my bed
...
sat by myself no-one around
lonliness is here sat by my side
as i sit in the quiet room
my mind begins to wonder
...
many things we want to say
but the words don't seem to come
when they do it's not the we planned
in our anger we let it rip
...
many times i wonder
what the point of life
as it seems to me
that people always suffer
...
one thing i've learnt in life
is no-one here for good
they say they are but not for long
lonliness is your only friend
...
d- drive of bridge, cliff or mountain
e- end it now, kill the pain
a- another day, your still here
t- the pain getting to much to bare
...
walking down an empty street
with no-one but herself
she stops by a little tree
underneath she sits
...
if i was dead,
no hurt can i cause
to anyone but myself
as all that i say and do
...
in the world in which we live
who do you think you can trust
our friends and family that is who
they love us very much
...
sometimes i feel like crying
sometimes i wish i was dead
no-one real knows
as talking i find hard
...
i just cant wait,
til its my turn to die
i hope it's sometime soon
as living i cannot stand
...
when we were little
we were best of friends
laughing and playing
but everything ends
...
i hate the winter wind
its just like jack frost
it stings my fingers and my toes
it just like jack frost
...
children children scared of guns
children children want thier mums
german bombers are no fun
all the children on the run
...
im currently 22. i work with elderly people with dementia and i find poetry away of escaping most of the poems in which i write are about my feelings, i dont act upon them but writes it down instead. i hope you all enjoying reading them, i know some of them aint much good but i am gettin der and slowly improving my poem writing skills. i would also appreciate any feedback on my poems and on the ways in which they can be improved. thanks)
Alonely Suicide
by the railway lines she sits
with no-one but herself
slowly and deeply across her arms
with a sharpner blade she cuts
no-one around to see her pain
she suffers all alone
as the train approches she stands up
walking on the tracks
the driver acting quickly
slams upon his brakes
the train coming to a halt
stopping before her face
she didnt move
but stared at it
for she wanted to die
the driver now in distress
when asked the reason why
only one answer did she give
'i dont want to live no more
i really want to die'