Suicide

Suicide

A Poem by Breanna Riddle

you had a way out
and so do i 
but i have to stay 
for those on the other side
i know they love me
and i know they mean well
but lets just face it...
they'er putting me through hell
everyday they smile 
and everyday i cry
all i see is rain 
and all they see is the sun shinning bright
i know its hard to understand
why suicide is at high demand
but lets just think for a minuet
why some people just want to end it 
when you're in pain
you start to cry
when your heart breaks
you essentially die 
the pain is real
and that's all they feel 
so the best option for them
is to end all the pain 
and end everything that could cause the pain
by ending everything around them

© 2015 Breanna Riddle


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Suicide is philosophical... It is a thorny bridge between life and death. One see death calling from the other side of the bridge...by braveness it is all one should have to walk through the bridge and hug the death on the other side...but when one hug the death, you wont see the bridge, to cross back again...Life is a past experiences....One walk with the God of Death with all souvenirs one got from the life experiences.... Death is a mystery, but reality....Life is a mystery, but reality...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Breanna Riddle

9 Years Ago

you're right and i like the way you explain this concept of life being a mystery and reality at the .. read more



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This was a somewhat confronting poem and was written well as it causes you to rethink suicide. Well it made me. Good job it is great.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Breanna Riddle

9 Years Ago

thank you :)
Suicide is philosophical... It is a thorny bridge between life and death. One see death calling from the other side of the bridge...by braveness it is all one should have to walk through the bridge and hug the death on the other side...but when one hug the death, you wont see the bridge, to cross back again...Life is a past experiences....One walk with the God of Death with all souvenirs one got from the life experiences.... Death is a mystery, but reality....Life is a mystery, but reality...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Breanna Riddle

9 Years Ago

you're right and i like the way you explain this concept of life being a mystery and reality at the .. read more

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Added on September 30, 2015
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Breanna Riddle
Breanna Riddle

Mechanicsville, MD



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I'm 16 years old. I live in Maryland, and I love writing. I honestly think poetry is the only reason why i like writing and i wouldn't of found it if my mom didn't die. more..

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