Poetry Blogs (Suicide)
Don Matthews on THE TRUE AUTHORSHIP OF THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (2 hours ago)
John Coopey on THE TRUE AUTHORSHIP OF THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (4 hours ago)
pull out thre trigger u know how it go
call up lil leek cuz he still got that 4
when I'm down bad I do not got nopbody
release all my problems when I drink this bottle
still fucking hoes man I just fucked this model
nobody know about all of my problems
call up tequila u know she gon solve it
I wanna stop drinking but I got nobody
I try to reach out but they always dec...
Sunday 30th June 2019 12:58 am
I left yo love in a cell
My momma screaming
Imma go to hell
But see fuck that
She ain’t even pay my bail
Tired of feeling like shit
Always feeling like I failed
Mf that I know I failed
Steadyin going to jail
But I’ll never tell
Never been loved
Can’t you tell
Give them my heart
Just for them to bail
A lot of pain in my heart
So don’t ask me why I yell
I know umma go t...
Sunday 9th June 2019 10:34 pm
Too many people suffering in isolation, lets start a conversation.
day one of the slide …
and I’ve managed to quell the dark things inside.
I take a deep breath, supress the sigh …
push out my chest and hold my head high
The flex and the dark things are tidied away
A quick self-esteem pep-talk, then face the new day
It’s by no means plain sailing but I cope, strugg...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 4:34 pm
I attempted suicide,
But I didn't die,
Not losing my life,
But what it means to be alive.
I'm drained of all motivation to continue,
But also of all strength to follow through,
I shouldn't be here,
It hurts, but it's true.
My days feel so long,
My existence feels so wrong,
I can't look at life the same,
Because I simply don't belong.
I can't be happy,
Saturday 26th January 2019 10:12 pm
Sometimes I over drink.
Oops I mean overthink.
Ah fuck it, it's the same damn thing.
I over pour my glass leaving no room for coke.
The voice repeating in my head of the last words you spoke.
You ask why I'm self destructive but the truth is I dont know.
I'm starting to think that the devil is a lie.
The only evil we see is what we bury inside.
I'm going to lose to myself, it's only a matt...
Sunday 20th January 2019 12:47 am
The last two weeks
The subway tracks
Below my feet
Have looked like a pretty face the first time you see
Friday 11th January 2019 1:20 am
I would rather like
To end my time
In an ivory, crawfoot tub
Roses with their petal ashes
change the calm of surface glass
Such a stark contrast
between the swirls and waves
beneath the black;
Thursday 10th January 2019 10:58 pm
Lost and Found Pt 1
my lost family
I curse the
The new PC
Locked up in this
Nothing PC can
On the floor
In a piss soaked
Wednesday 9th January 2019 5:37 pm