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Pills

Pills

A Poem by Sahara Mist


Not oneNot twoMaybe threePerhaps fourThey are bitter and yellowTheir nickname is "Mellow Yellow"And they comfortThey bring on sweet sleepNot fourNot f..
Carbon Monoxide

Carbon Monoxide

A Poem by Rachel King


Depression
Watching

Watching

A Poem by Frantic Freshman


A suicide story.
You Too

You Too

A Book by Adeline Gordon


At ten years old, if someone had told me the next decade of my life would be spent in a civil war against my own mind, I wouldn't have understood. Wh..
The Crumble

The Crumble

A Poem by Ian Titian


A poem about the apocalyptic crumble of society, caused by humanity itself
Where on Ends and the Other Begins

Where on Ends and the Other Begins

A Story by SRMarx


A story of friendship, love, and grief. Occurs before the events that take place in "Secrets Passed Down." Backstory to the characters in "Secrets ..
My last day

My last day

A Poem by Nerezza_S


Suicide poetry
Kill me already (just do it)

Kill me already (just do it)

A Poem by Nerezza_S


Suicide request poetry...
How Easy it Would Be

How Easy it Would Be

A Poem by Lin


Remember that even if it seems like the best option, it never is.
#10 trivial

#10 trivial

A Chapter by Hobi


i really wanna kill myself. i wanna slit my throat with a razor and feel the hot blood envelope my shoulders in its warm cape. i want to stand near ..
He's Not Yours

He's Not Yours

A Poem by gabiaimee


He's Not Yours
Paper Doll

Paper Doll

A Poem by Lucia


i'm not actually married it's a metaphor
Darkness

Darkness

A Poem by Lioncloud1010


A poem I wrote months ago when I was in a bad state of mind, but it can be for anyone who feels as I did then, thank you.
Perspective

Perspective

A Poem by SkepticObserver


What do you see?
It

It

A Poem by Kovarian


When you dream of something so hard, it can become reality.
Wake Up

Wake Up

A Poem by Evakyl


A short poem that starts sweet and ends badly. Inspired partly by Doki Doki Literature Club.
The Windup Man

The Windup Man

A Poem by Xuru


I feel like a windup toy, somebody else is making me tick. Lacking any semblance of a stable centre. This is me trying to be me again.