A poem by Alex’s Ink

Little Voice

You know that little voice inside me that told me to shut up and take it and not to fight back? Yes Yeah, that voice! “And that was how it ended. I saw it. I saw it with my own two eyes. I watched them fail to revive my lifeless body. So Cold. So Clammy. No heart beat. No more blood pumping through my veins. No more oxygen left for me to breathe. Don’t they understand? I was bruised and broken. I had to do it. I just had to do it. I had no other way to escape. Then I woke up; fear coursing through my veins. It was just a dream. Gasping for air; I could barely breathe. It was just a nightmare. But standing there watching them carry out my lifeless body in that body bag; I began to grieve for me. For a childhood lost. For a life filled with struggle and doubt. For not being brave enough, or powerful enough or fierce enough, to have found another way out. Into that ambulance, my body went. No sirens; only silence surrounded me now. They didn’t need the sirens; I was gone.”

Alex’s Ink.

A poem by J.A.Y

Don’t pretend that you care about yourself
Don’t act like you comprehend the feelings of someone else
I always sensed there was a pain underneath your heavy smile
Always knew you felt an ugly side to your radiant mind
I just wanna feel your presence
I just wanna feel your flesh
There’s trauma up inside of me
I just wanna stop the tears
I don’t understand how you could be so selfish
You hung yourself and you left me so helpless
I’ve been thinking about the memories we had and shared together
I love the way your eyes shined but that light I’ll see it never
And this alone is just a feeling some will never know
Cuz you left me on the edge now am on my own
Maybe we could’ve worked this out but I wasn’t there for you
Maybe we could’ve stopped this harm, I never thought you were a fool
But it’s too late for you and I share half of the fault
I should’ve tried to help you more……. I just didn’t try hard enough

J.A.Y

A poem by Maimuna oshogwemoh

I found holy verses in his kiss
He was my bible
I found nature in his lips
The sex was tribal
He brought purpose to my hips
Momma said
Its good to cry, it cleanse the soul
I was just 10
When I was diagnosed with brain cancer
I am so outta control
Nobody knows it
My friends are all addicted to porn
Or boo’d up
How do u explain pain to someone
Who hasn’t felt it
Anxiety dances across my pillow case
Asking stupid questions ;
, where are you going to be in the future
I may not see next week
I just want to be happy
To me happiness is mission impossible
When my thoughts strangle me
What if where I was supposed to be
Is here
What if the love I fought for
Is free
I wonder why I can’t hear my voice
In my dreams
Or run fast
I guess if I knew to tomorrow
I wouldn’t need faith
I guess if I never failed
I wouldn’t need grace
Should I jump
Let’s end it shall we
My life is flashing through my eyes
Goodbye anxiety
Goodbye sadness
U were my companions

Maimuna oshogwemoh

A poem by Izazist

I COMMITED SUICIDE

I committed suicide
by hanging myself:

  1. I looked for a strong tree
    in a quiet lonely bush,
    Where no man or animal can witness
    and bear the testimony
    of my solemn act.
  2. I waited for sunset.
  3. I made sure I carried a strong rope
    that was capable of breaking my neck with swift precision.
    I was careful in selecting the rope
    because I wanted a perfect death.
  4. I thought of Mom and Dad,
    My little sister and my girlfriend
    as I put the noose around my neck.
    I know they will be heartbroken at the sight of my suit-clad lifeless body
    dangling from a tree.
  5. I thought of God and Satan;
    I wondered who will claim my soul.
  6. I held my breath,
    closed my eyes, and leapt.

©Izazist

Poem by Treasure

They don’t think I’m depressed, drank wine all night and slumped on my chair,they think its self pity that I drown in liquor, self hate that I cuss myself, madness that I abuse myself, probably its the liquor, he’s in a stupor you know,he could do this in sleep walk, all the same he’s gone nuts.
NO! NO! this is real,its pre-suicide, he isn’t falling from a height or thinking with a knife doesn’t mean he’s alive and bright inside..
Look at this perfection my eyes sight,beauty on the outside but tattered on the inside,broken and suicide is what he thinks of unspoken,be strong,you’ve come this far, don’t let it weigh you down,you’ll survive beat it.
Else it eats you out from deep within, that thought that’s choking you by the jugular, that veil that’s redressed death to a sweet seductress.
Its turned your mansion into a trunk while you suffocate from fresh air and your car into a mobile coffin.
Don’t do it,don’t take your life I beg of you we need you,I know you feel the weight of the world crushing you,come to Jesus he’ll carry your cross for you.
Speak up,we won’t look down on you,you can lift us up you’re our ladder please don’t break down..
Call me I’ll answer, I’m not God but there’s human God can give you rest through.
I wish I could stick my head out this screen and tell you in person not to pull that trigger or take that pill its poison leave it…
Don’t die,there’s more for you here in life.
Please

A poem by Ukpevie

SUICIDE


Breathing in my own skin is my sin and it has become unbearable. Old memories torture me mindlessly. My life has folded into a cradle of woes.
Two nights ago I wrote my last words to them (my family) and it reads;
Dear Daddy,
Sorry I died, I Know it is a bit too early but it took me long enough to form these words. I wish you would not cry but that is not going to happen. You love me beyond words, I know! But I cannot love myself, my suffering is great and I must end it.
The rest of my family can read this note and cry all they want. I have always been invisible to them and I know my death would mean nothing to them.
Daddy, I am sorry I am leaving you alone to cry over me. My suffering is great and I cannot bear the torment in my soul anymore. Please do not cry too much. I LOVE YOU TODAY, TOMORROW AND FOREVER.


-Ukpevie

A poem by Depreacher

An empty street
An empty house
A hole inside our hearts!!

This ain’t just about west-life
Cos depression gat not respect for your cardinal point.
Lest I forget ,
let me pin point
We seldom look into our eyes and speak
But we’re quick to type
staring into our screens.
We’re blind
But claiming to be enlightened.
Look up,
To see
Men falling
Dreams hung On ropes
Potentials falls dead
From sniper shots
DEPRESSION IS EVERYWHERE!!!

BUT NO

SUICIDE IS NOT THE KEY
TO THE DOOR WHICH LEAD OUT OF HERE!!

©Depreacher

A poem by Sonia

Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
It didn’t just start today but it started long ago but its now rampant,it has become a raging fire which we must all join hands together to quench.
The joy surrounding a new born baby,the smiles and the happiness are always infectious to all who come across the baby.
As a baby we were all born with A DIVINE PURPOSE, we were all born to make mark on earth, we were all born to win souls for Christ. You might be living your life for yourself but your life was meant to be an impact to others. Anything and everything you do,any decision u make will always affect others. Don’t be in a hurry searching for a little happiness here and there and when you don’t find it gbam! You start feeling depressed.
To someone in the western world Depression is an illness but to me Depression is a fruit from the devil.
Depression leads to suicide and there are many stories behind every suicide story,there are many true reasons behind every life taken through suicide.
A Friend once told me that “anybody make commit suicide nh the person lose”. That statement is 100% correct. U lost ur purpose for coming into life,you committed a sin and you lost out on God’s plan for you.
Depression is a cankerworm that we must all strive to eliminate before it results in suicide. The moment you start getting suicidal thoughts My dear rebuke it for you have power and authority to walk over that thought, u have dominion over that thought.
Suicide is never an option for you are born to rule and reign in Christ,you were created for a divine purpose.
No matter how hard or impossible you think letting go of that hurt that is making u commit suicide is you can do it. I know its funny when the people you run to or think as friends won’t pay you any heed or show concern but immediately you make the terrible mistake of committing suicide then u become a trending topic amongst ur friends and the world at large and even untrue reasons as to why you took your life start coming out.
You can defeat that suicidal thoughts,no matter the reason you think your life is no longer worth living Beloved YOU WERE CREATED FOR A DIVINE PURPOSE AND UR LIFE IS STILL WORTH LIVING.
Get in touch with someone who can help u(might be a friend, a parent,a church member, a teacher or anyone around) and most importantly Get in touch with the friend u can always reach 24/7,his name is JESUS and he is always around to hear you.

#SAYNOTOSUICIDE
#SAYYESTOLIFE
#YOURLIFEISPRECIOUS
#YOURLIFEISWORTHLIVING

A poem by Treasure’s Word

Just as perturbing as the morning alarm could be
So is the vibration of the word SUICIDE heard.

So
Just when you think of ending it all,
Just when that feelings of all hopes being lost crawls like a crawling baby into your mind, and settles in your thought, vitualises constantly in your imaginations and make you feel the pain of hating life..
Just take a break
For a seconds in time,feel relaxed and think of how much pain you are gonna cause to those you ‘re leaving behind,
Just think about the endless rolling of tears dripping down their eyes, trying to get over your dismissal.
Putting love ones in pain,
Children being left for no one to look after them.
You left not even with a sign or a warning to hold onto, to venture into the land of the dead, ancestors welcoming you to dine with them, and we are here mourning you, just because we choose life..

With tears rolling down my cheek
Hands shaking vigorously
Trying to end this write up, with the hope of passing an information to pals who arent mindful of what they say to stigmatized out there in the street,
Our words might just be the rope or knife, their dying sword all lie on how they get treated…
But still, that “DOESN’T MAKE SUICIDE AN OPTION”

Treasure' word

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