STOP Teen Suicide Poem

There was a time in my life where it seemed as if life, or God was playing a cruel game with me: my parents split up again, I gained an eating disorder which almost killed me, I broke up with a partner I had been with for a long time; and it began to make me feel pretty worthless; depression crept in and it soon lead to self harm. Some scars of my past just won't go away and I regret them every day. This poem is about how I felt at that time, and also to let teens know they are never alone.

Scarlet Tears

© Coran Darling
Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate, shout.

Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade, stays by my side,
Because all hope inside has died.

As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The devil toys, with all my flaws,
I'm helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.

I'm tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the Devil, in blood must I seal.

They'll say I died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a rope, a blade, or pills,
That broke my soul, and gave me chills.

I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.

In darkness I wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown,
I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him, with the blood of my arm.

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Published: Jul 2011
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  1. Joshua Durney, Tracy, CA Submitted on Wednesday, October 19, 2011

    those last two lines of yours are brilliant, absolutely amazing, I love your poem, great job!

  2. Bananas New York Submitted on Saturday, January 28, 2012

    Sometimes I do open the door for the devil.............. But I never EVER wanted to........

  3. Steven Lown, Mooresville, Nc Submitted on Monday, April 30, 2012

    This poem is just so deep, and personally, very influential to my writing. I would give anything to be allowed to turn this into a song! Seriously, Anything!

  4. Cowgirl Up,Edna,Texas Submitted on Friday, May 11, 2012

    I've tried to kill myself countless times before. It was so amazing that I could take 3 different kinds of pills 20 of each anda not even end up in the hospital. I've been bullied my whole life and still am being bullied but I've moved passed that and I've grown stronger and I'm so much happier now. I owe all that to my best friend I love him so much. He's like a bro to me.............if it wasn't for him I probably wouldn't be here cuz he gave me someone to talk to when I was having a bad day.

  5. Iman, Somewhere Or The Other Submitted on Sunday, May 13, 2012

    I am in awe, seriously. I really enjoyed reading your poem. It's truly awe worthy. Very effective in communicating the message. Brilliant.

  6. Kiana Submitted on Tuesday, May 29, 2012

    I LOVE this poem!!!! I've read and re-read it a million times. I'm a cutter and this poem describes word for word how I feel! Thank you for writing this poem

  7. Tiffany, Colorado Submitted on Tuesday, June 12, 2012

    You gave me chills.... It's been along time since I tried to kill myself.. The mind works in mysterious ways. Luckily and, unfortunately, I forget a lot of things. Things that have happened to me. Things that I've done. I have been able to forget a lot of abuse from a lot of sources..... The unfortunate part is all of those events made me the person that I am. I have to search for myself by reading poems like yours. Your words have opened a window into myself. To a place in my life where I learned about who I am and about the world around me. Thank you for bringing me to a place that is hard for me to get to on my own. You never know who you are until you understand the person you used to be.

  8. Jane, Manchester Submitted on Friday, June 29, 2012

    I'm a mum and suffered abuse for twenty two years and there's not a day goes by that I don't feel as if I've died inside at this time of my life I look at the motawy bridge over the road from my home and feel the warmth. There is light at the end you just have a new day every day and a family that need some one to be there for them always that's what keeps me going. Thank you for helping me feel not alone, I understand I'm no freak but others just don't understand they think I'm weak !!!!!

  9. Samantha Submitted on Saturday, June 30, 2012

    I get abused and raped by my ex boyfriend/ neighbor my parents hate me and are in and out of jail so often I could make a scrap book just from their mug shots. My sisters make fun of me and torture me every day. I am mute so I can't really tell anybody.....I've tired suicide countless times and still do.... I cut... But is that such a horrible thing? He rapes me..... But he says I deserve it..... He told me he is making they world a better place if he kills me because there will be less scum on the face of the earth if I was gone..... I can't even eat any more.... I've already lost ten pounds and still losing I just wanna die as quickly as possible

  10. Kate Submitted on Wednesday, August 01, 2012

    Wow. that's amazing! My 15 year old sister tried to commit suicide about a year ago and has been in a mental hospital since. I could never understand completely what it is like but reading other peoples stories and poems really helps. Very moving. KEEP WRITING! I hope everyone can see what a beautiful person they are.

  11. Jasmine, New Zealand Submitted on Wednesday, September 12, 2012

    This poem was really good I really liked the end words they've stuck with me through the tough times I'm glad your writing was put out there its beautiful <3

  12. Kitty, Virginia Beach Submitted on Wednesday, October 24, 2012

    This poem is so beautiful I read it for my class at school today and they really loved, it all I've been able to think about today.

  13. Serra, OH Submitted on Sunday, January 20, 2013

    I've ''opened the door for the Devil'' myself. I cut sometimes, with a regular pocket knife. Ironically, my dad gave it to me for self-defense reasons! But that's just it. That's the kind of crazy sh*t I always pull. It's not like I want to die. I don't think I want to hurt myself, but I do it. I've tried to quit. Once I went a full month without cutting. I was so proud, thought I'd done something right for once! Then there was this ''family feud'' between Mom and Dad, me and Dad, Mom and my brother, me and my brother... They were all separate feuds, actually, at the same time. So yes, I'm cutting again. Through it all, I've told no one. It's not like I can tell my family.

  14. Kayleb Matthews Submitted on Wednesday, March 27, 2013

    Let me tell you my story:
    I was abused as a little child throughout my life. I was kicked, thrown, punched, bruised, and neglected. I was adopted at age of 13 by aunt and uncle. I accepted Christ into my life, but then my biological mom died of alcohol poisoning. I then tried several times to commit suicide because the last words I said to her was "I you!" then a year later I was baptized. But then my Biological father died of a overdose, and that's when my whole world shattered. I started huffing, and cutting, and suicidal thoughts. But remember God is there the whole time, even in times of struggles. GOD Bless

  15. Erica, Alabama Submitted on Wednesday, May 15, 2013

    When I was young my father left. He was a drunk and an addicted smoker. He met my abusive stepmother over the internet and he asked her to marry him after only three weeks! She soon got knocked up and had a miscarriage, then got pregnant again and had Gregory. When Gregory was 5 months old she took him to Illinois. My father was stupid and followed her up there. He's been in and out of jail 56 times since he met her! He never calls me, never tries to visit me, never sends child support to my mom, never does anything to provide for us. I began cutting after he left. I attempted suicide by overdose, deep cuts, and poison intake. I somehow survived it all. It angers me when people who have loving parents, who buy them anything they want, love them, provide for them and all, go and complain about how horrible they are. People tell me they know how I feel, but they don't. They know nothing about how I feel. It angers me very much.

  16. Brandy, Az Submitted on Tuesday, June 11, 2013

    This poem is so beautiful. I know that sounds horrible but it is so true. I have tried to commit suicide countless times and I am only 15. I used to cut so bad. I was in residential housing for troubled teens for 9 months and a mental hospital for 10 days. I slap on this happy facade everyday and laugh and try to be goofy. Then I see a knife gleam or string dangling or a cabinet full of pills that calls to me. I won't even take meds if I have a headache because I'm scared. This is such a true poem that it affected me greatly. Thank you. Please please please keep writing. You will and already are saving lives.

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