This I Believe

Brittany - Lake Linden, Michigan
Entered on January 9, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
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This I believe…

Have you ever thought about suicide? As a depressed teenager, I’ve thought about it often. Even daily. Killing someone or yourself is horrible. However, keeping it inside is even worse. That’s why I believe in death poems.

Death poems help people a lot. It gets their anger and frustration down on paper instead of people. You can have anything happen to them. Someone talks to much, cut out their tongue. Someone likes to hurt people, cut their heads off. Someone trips people, chop off their feet.

Death poems are amazing. They helped me out when I was going through some really tough times. I thought death was the only solution to my problems. It wasn’t. They can help anyone through anything.

If someone is talking a lot of crap about you or your friends, write a poem like this:

“Quiet darkness

She laid there

Tied up

Silent tears rolled down her pale face

She couldn’t talk

Her past catching up with her

Her tongue was gone

She talked too much smack

Someone finally did the right thing

Silencing her for good

No more gossip or lies

No more rumors or smack

Walking in she starts to tremble

One quick clean slice

Silence is golden”

Or say you had a really crappy day because your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up with you:

“One quick hit

They’re down

Not for good

Too soon for that

Heaving them onto the bed

Breathing heavy

They start to wake


Start to yell at them

“How could you do that to me?

You’re going to feel my pain now!

On finger and toe at a time

Then to the arms and legs

Soon nothing will be left whole.”

The next time you have a loaded gun to your head, a blade to your vein, a rope around your neck, or pills next to your water glass. Push it away. Pick up a pencil and write a death poem.

“The pain was unbearable

It was increasing by the second

The traps around her ankles were closing slowly

The pain more intense

Soon her feet weren’t going to be connected

Something close falls over

Then footsteps came her way

She yells and starts to cry

She’s been found

The stranger rushes to her side

Asking, are you ok?

He takes the trap off slowly

It snaps back

He kneels there

She screams in pain

Blood starts to pour down his head

Blank eyes stare at her

The truth sinks in

She is going to die

But why?

She doesn’t know

Either do the people who find her body.”