Deep dark suicidal poems
by deadpoet

A lot of my writing is what I would term suicide poems. I don't know why death and despair inspire these deep writings or why it seems so easy to to write stuff like this? I kept most of these feelings to myself because I was afraid of being committed, hee hee, so read at your own risk! Yes, these have made people check to see if I'm still alive. I think they are more a release of inner depression and are my way of dealing with it. I am different from most people when it comes to friendship. When I make a friend, they get all of me. I feel such a deep love for my friends that the slightest rejection, or perceived rejection can throw me into a sadness that overcomes me. After crying, I sit and write from the heart. Most of these poems are kind of "good bye cruel world" gems. But seeing that I haven't committed suicide yet, I think they are how my inner self dumps the stress of feeling left alone and neglected. Everyone wants friends who are there for you when you need them. With my fluxuations in mood, it is really hard to be my friend. Most people avoid me, and I do understand why. But if you are able to put up with my sadness, you will get the most loving, loyal, caring, friend you could ever want. So here are some (not all because some are for me only) of my soul baring itself. If the link is red that means it may have objectional language (four letter words?) in it. Read knowing I really felt this when it was written, but like I said I have written stuff like this for years and never followed through. For the people I know that read these, yes some of you even inspired what was written. It doesn't mean I don't love you, it means you made me feel like this, ok? There is a big difference between being sad and being mad. I rarely get mad, I usually have the blues. Click on the links below to read the poems.


For Figaros

Youthfizzle

Forgotten Hopes

Summertime Friendship

Running Scared

Just My Dogs

Quiet Death

Never Ending Search

Lucy and Friends

Bloody Christmas

Broken Past

Silly Suicide Poem

Family Fan

Midnight Special

Death Comes Creeping

Knight Fall

Miss you

Goodbye All

Broken Pieces

Lowest Low

Be Cruel to the Fool

Never There

No One's friend

Only The Good Die Young

Fenced

Zoned

Where Did You Go?