Suicide Is A Lie

Suicide Is A Lie

A Poem by Miss World

Kurt: Listen to me when when I say this- Courtney: And DON'T listen to him when he says this because this is a f*****g lie. Kurt: Sometimes its better to burn out than fade away

I think about it.
All day.
I think about how it would feel to tie
the noose around my neck and let
myself hang from the sky.
I think about how the blade would feel
as it traveled along my wrists up to my shoulder.
But I can't kill myself.
Because I'm not that weak.
My enemies say that if I died,
people would be happy.
That the world would be free
and a joyous place to be.
But my friends slap me for thinking like that.
They tell me to wake up from this sick fantasy
my enemies have made me live in.
They tell me I am worth something.
They tell me suicide is a lie. 
That I will regret as my soul makes
its sad and long journey to hell.
That everyone will live in misery
once I disappear. 
So I don't try to end my life.
I don't try to slit my wrists anymore.
I just sit there, and keep my pain
locked inside my used and broken

© 2011 Miss World

Author's Note

Miss World
Suicide is bull shit. It doesn't make anyone happier. People love you. You may not think that, but people do.

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I'm glad suicide is no longer an option, but keeping emotions locked up is no real alternative, either. I hope this poem helps many who may be hurting too much to think straight. Good on you for sharing, too.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Your words are true in the poem. I had two brothers who committed suicide and left a broken heart for many people. Suicide is a easy escape. But what someone could missed if death was sweeter then life. My brother had babies who today want me to discuss their father's. What can you say to a 20 years old girl? About a Father who choose death over life. Missing watching his baby grow? Thank you for a outstanding poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago

A very strong piece of writing, and from someone so young. I'm starting to feel, no, I know that the youth in the world are typically much more in tune with the feelings and emotions of the world. I absolutely love this piece. You really gave people an image to see, and I hope that people can look from this and see that suicide should never be an answer.

Posted 11 Years Ago

I hope this is a wake up call to those who need it. (trust me, I know too many people who do)

Thank you for writing this piece. It shows that somebody out there still has their sanity (even if it's hanging on by a thread :))
Great write, my friend!

Posted 11 Years Ago

hope has to be the last thing to dei in a person, this wakes my hope inside

Posted 11 Years Ago

like most people that jump, you regret it half way down. i think if you tried to kill your self by cutting, you would be sitting there about to pass out and something in your head clicks. you realize something and thats when you think "god damn it, why the hell did i do this"

Posted 11 Years Ago

Feelings shared!

Posted 11 Years Ago

A delicate message some forget and others ignore. This is a good poem that reminds us of the truth.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Don't become a forgot person. Determine within yourself this day that I matter and share your talents with friends that love and see the beauty that is within your soul. Let it out.

Posted 11 Years Ago

2 young 2 feel this bad...Miss World
a broken heart mends with time
suicide doesn't...
listen to your friends and talk with someone other then us
thinking of you
oh btw, the poem is too powerful (for me) and it hurt to read it...

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on June 25, 2011
Last Updated on June 25, 2011


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