Death Poem by Teens

Hello there! This poem is about my friend who committed suicide this past year. She struggled with anorexia, anxiety, and depression.

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I have been cutting for 5-6 years and no one notices. I cry all the time in lessons and I still say I am fine, they believe me. I find it difficult to talk to people because I don't want them...

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She Paints A Pretty Picture

Published by Family Friend Poems May 2013 with permission of the Author.

She paints a pretty picture
But all of the ink has run red.
This picture is of a bloody battle
That is going on inside her head.

She paints a pretty picture
Of a girl in a dress and heels.
The mirror shows a skeleton,
But still she skips another meal.

She paints a pretty picture,
But nobody has seen it yet.
It is of a shiny razor
That makes her sleeves red and wet.

She paints a pretty picture
Of an angel in the sky
That didn't see the point of life
And now they all whisper "suicide."

Now I paint a pretty picture.
It's all in black and white.
Our memories and childhood dreams
Still I wonder why she took her life.

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by Nebraska
10 years ago

I have been cutting for 5-6 years and no one notices. I cry all the time in lessons and I still say I am fine, they believe me. I find it difficult to talk to people because I don't want them to judge me or look at me weirdly. I have suicidal thoughts because of bullying and my home life. The school I go to knows about me being sexually harassed at school, but they haven't done anything because they need witnesses. I feel all on my own. I don't want to be here, but I'm staying for my family, they need me.

by Raul Gonzalez M.Ed
10 years ago

This past summer I visited some friends in a public residential who were selling everything because they were going to the United States. I sat in the living room and out of the dark came out a little boy who wanted me to play. I asked myself how can an older person play with a young child of about five. Nonetheless we played and every time I visited that young little happy boy would meet me to play, I had made a friend. I bought a clock from the a big clock which I enjoyed very much. I had later learned that my friend had gone and that I would see him no more. I later learned that this family was going to Florida at Saint to Jude's Children's hospital. My little friend had brain cancer and had little time to live. Well Saint Jude's sent him to Walt Disney and before he died spent the best days of his life. Me, I would have the clock I bought from his mother as I sob and cried after learning of his death. The clock would always remind me of my friend but also of the little time on this earth some wonderful children on this earth would have if an illness like cancer would strike their lives at such an early time in life. I will always remember that child who asked me to play coming out of the dark with such a great smile. May God bless Anthony forever he will be in my heart as I look into that clock....

by Suenssy, California
10 years ago

Hey just wanted to tell you my friend also committed suicide awhile back. She always seemed like a really happy girl so it was hard to believe when I was told but in the end that made me realize I also need help because I tried to commit suicide 5 times already. Of course I visit her grave and I wonder how different life would have been if she didn't jump in front of that train.