An Easier Form of Suicide

An Easier Form of Suicide

A Poem by William

"born to push you around, better just stay down."




‘i’m coming apart at the seams,’
you whispered.
[darling, i already knew that.]
       with your beautiful, bruised skin,
       and handmarks down your spine,
       you’ve got his fingerprints all over you.
you never were very strong anyway.


you say he holds your fragile dreams
in his cruel grasp,
                         [the one you’re so familiar with.]
      but why do anything about it?
       with your choked breaths,
       broken dreams and broken hearts,
       i know you’ll settle for last place.
‘cause they say
    you’ve always got a second choice,
      [a second chance,]
           but not anymore.


       used to be alive,
       knew how to smile [did you forget?]
       had lights in your eyes
[you still do.
                  or are they just the tears?]
there’s all these broken question marks
beneath your paper-thin skin.
          needled and bloodless,
you’ll take what he gives.
         [you’ll give what he takes.]


your reflection looks more alive than you,
    at least she’s whole.
        look at yourself,
              do you see what he’s done?
       and your twisted spine,
       with your broken bones
       crushing your scarred heart.
[do you care at all?]
               don’t you know what he’s doing?
           [you don’t know what you’re doing]
you can lie to yourself,
        but i see right through you.
     i’ll be here to sew up your wounds now,
     but i’m running out of stitches faster
     than he’s running out of steam,
     and this train[wreck] won’t stop.
[but for now, i’m here,
            and i’ll stitch up your seams.]


he tells you that you belong to him,
that his bruises on your arms are proof.
             but it’s not true.
       the daylight tells lies,
             those bruises were caused by you,
       so get out while you can['t].
       marked and tainted,
       by his twisted intentions,
       you say you have no choice.
[but darling, you choose to say ‘yes.’]
i can’t understand you.
    are you addicted to the taste of your own blood?
        or do you savor that moment,
that split-second of touch before he hits you?
      maybe you feel wanted,
            in his fumbled, rough kisses, and lustful passion.
              [how can you pretend he loves you?]


       you used to love so easily,
       you’re now broken so easily,
       as you swallow your pride.
how did he do this to you?
do you ever wonder?
       each morning you
take your pills, lie to yourself
       look in the mirror
and say it’s getting better
       don’t you know?
you’re the one hurting yourself.
       you once said you loved life
now it’s just an easier form of suicide.






Jul 26, 2010


2nd place

Aug 3, 2010



Aug 7, 2010


2nd Place

Aug 23, 2010



Aug 23, 2010



Aug 31, 2010

© 2010 William

Author's Note

"born to push you around, better just stay down. you pull away, he hits the flesh, you hit the ground. mouths so full of lies tend to black your eyes. just keep them closed--keep praying, just keep waiting."

One of my favorites.

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Amazing and truly, truly one of the most beautiful things that I have read in a long time.

"with your choked breaths,
broken dreams and broken hearts,
i know you’ll settle for last place.
‘cause they say
you’ve always got a second choice,
[a second chance,]
but not anymore."

Posted 10 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


This is amazing... I epically live the asides.

Posted 5 Years Ago

This is so beautiful. It says so much. One bit I really liked was, "you've got his fingerprints all over you."

Posted 6 Years Ago

i love it. almost made me choke too. keep up the great work. :))

Posted 8 Years Ago

Not a fan of dark poetry. Sooo I won't say anything. If I was a fan i would say... good job! :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is an amazing, beautiful, and absolutely stunning poem; I loved reading it. I was actually on the verge of tears a few times as I read this poem. This is certainly a literary masterpiece, well done! You truly have a gift for writing, so I hope you don't ever stop writing!

-Mikayla W.

Posted 8 Years Ago

It hurts... But yet I couldn't pull away... Like an on looker at a train wreck.
Or maybe not an on looker (at all.)

Posted 9 Years Ago

interesting my friend

Posted 9 Years Ago

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powerful poetic piece, like this.

Posted 9 Years Ago

wow, that is truly heart wrenching

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on July 13, 2010
Last Updated on October 17, 2010
Tags: abuse, suicide, pills



Atco, NJ

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