'2015 Slam for Suicide Awareness and Prevention' Slam for Suicide Awareness and Prevention Scholarship
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All it takes is someone who cares
and I care
Someone to look back at you when you stare
and I'm here
To wipe the blood from your wrist,
to give you these words to replace a hug or a kiss
it never stops
the noise within
no breaks
no holidays
no timeouts
Consistency
Intensity
waves of volume weigh me down
particular voices come to mind
always pessimestic
I wrote this Poem for thosein the dark feelingcold and aloneThis Is Dark and Cold:
Underneath my sheets I cry myself to sleep
I think how can a human like me feel any less than a human like you
Your friends cares about you
There is so much in the world to see
Life gets better
Your life matters to me
You wouldn't get to eat tacos
You have your soulmate waiting for you
REWIND
If you really knew me,
You'd recognize the pain in my eyes
From every word, every lie, every part of me that tried to hide...
From you
And your goons
I've been robbed.
Robbed of all sources of light-
Robbed of the light of feelings of worthiness
robbed of the lights of dance
and laughter
robbed of the drive to seek out more lights-
I never thought about mythical beings as being anything but legend
I fought past my imagination long ago
And let childish dreams die
I looked at faeries and imps, goddesses and sprites
Nothing but words on paper
She was like vanilla and chocolate swirl, she was the best of both worlds.
Beautiful and smart, did her part and played it smart.
I’ve never liked pictures of myself. It creeps me out, hundreds of years from now someone looking at a picture of me. Now a rotting body beneath them. I said i didn’t want people to remember me.
I did not cry
I did not mourn
I was not alone
It wasn't cold
It wasn't dark
It wasn't Me
I sat at the table with the rest of my family
playing cards and laughing because
Dedicated to all the people who took there life when they thought nobody knew how they felt...
Where is the light
That once shined so bright
You might know him as Mr. Keating,
Or maybe as the voice of the Genie.
Perhaps you have seen him in Goodwill Hunting as Sean Maguire,
Or his desire to grow closer to his children as Mrs. Doubtfire.
I still remember
The last time you called me.
It was hard to understand you
You were sobbing so hard.
"I can't do it."
"It's so hard
To keep living."
"I have no purpose."
She saw the red but, was blind to the pain.
She saw the tears but, never wiped them away
Her broken heart screamed for lost child once warm in this world
But she never hear their screams.
I am sorry she’s gone
-Pushing daisies in a better place.
Her parents will claim it as an accident.
We’ll just go with that.
2.28.10
it took me 6 years
to forget all the drunken beers
to forget the shattered mirrors
to forget all the shedded tears
society.
kill yourself
you don’t look like the stars
kill yourself
snorting those beautiful yellow bars
drugs, money, fame
The air is hard to breathe. Nights are too long and the days are too bright. It is hard to see the world as others
Do you wanna know what I absolutely hate about you? Not dislike, nor envy, but hate about you? When you have bumps in life like a car that hits a pot hole, you shutdown, but why?
It's constantly being trapped in skin you detest. It's pork flesh. Dry and coarse to the touch.
You want to use the nearest pocket knife to revel something better for yourself and others.
