Poetry Blogs (suicide awareness)
Nicola Beckett on Paths (43 minutes ago)
The question always asked is "why?"
Young people come to this place to die
At that spot located just leaving town
where people stand on the edge looking down
When life hasn't worked out
When it's no longer "ok to talk"
The path they have chosen is the one they have chosen to walk
No audience, no fanfare
Just another reported suicide in the local news
"Hell and Halifax" sti...
Friday 26th June 2020 11:15 am
She is dead already,
those eyes have murdered her.
They shut her inside jars,
scream their pain, projection.
She needs not to sting humans
but she is overwhelmed.
Searching for open windows,
A chance to kill herself.
Saturday 18th May 2019 2:55 pm
They keep saying call I did, no one answered I wish they listened more and posted less I wish I knew just how to pass this test I'm hurting, heavy laden, and down I'm waiting on prayer to turn me around It's almost mythical to believe they care enough to hear what you say and give you a better response than continue to pray I know why they dying because its killing me They keep saying call I did, ...
Tuesday 12th June 2018 6:07 pm
Pain hurts in the middle of the day, in the middle of the night and in many other ways
It masks itself as shame and keeps calling your name
Calling out to the God who says He cares
But finding silence and distant stares
I want to be happy
I want to be whole
I want to be free of the ghost that haunts me
Haunting my days and wrestling with my nights
They won't let...
Tuesday 12th June 2018 5:57 pm
I see it everywhere,
being laughed about, tormented
If only it could be prevented.
This generation needs to grow up
stop being so damn sensitive
a bunch of babies who can’t cope
well how about you stop being so damn negative?
Ha, wait, is that a trigger?
Not yet, but it will be
when you realize you’re the killer
Wednesday 4th April 2018 3:42 am
It's just another typical night out with the lads
the beers are flowing
and shots are being downed
while shamelessly flirting with a hen party
enjoying a night on the town.
See that fella over there?
Aye that's the one
life and soul of the party
filling the air with banter and bravado
a proper man's man
tough as old boots he is.
Captain of his local rugby team
he's got hands like shov...
Friday 24th March 2017 10:42 am