one of my freinds gave me this version:

Her friends tell her not to
that the scars will just remind her of the bad times
but she doesn’t listen
8 o'clock again
Locking the door
taking out the knife
pressing it against her wrist
letting out one last cry for help
when she goes downstairs
her mom asks what is seeping through her shirt
she tells her mom that the cat scratched her
but that’s all bullsh*t
she runs to the bathroom
yells " WHY WONT IT STOP BLEEDING?!"
Calls her best friend
asks what to do
of course her friend doesn’t know because she doesn’t cut
she is to smart to do something so dumb
but she is panicking because her best friend, the friend that has stuck by her for 10 years may have just made the biggest mistake of her life
yelling at her to tell her mom
she refuses
"make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!"
the last words from her best friend were... "WE TOLD YOU NOT TO! WE TOLD YOU THAT IT WAS A BAD IDEA! And we told you that one day.... this day.... it will kill you.... I will always love you...."
and she hangs up the phone....
and then.... she falls to the ground.... dead....
her mom finds her and SCREAMS!
Wondering what the hell has happened to her daughter!
Panicking! She calls the girls best friend
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!"
She waits to reply... still shocked... then after about 30 second she whispers into the phone....
"She has cut herself to deep.... and this is the story of her suicide...."

These poems are really good.. If anyone ever thought of cutitng they should read this ebcusae this could help them to see what could happen after they cut there wrist adn they could find it out before its to late and theyve all ready hurt themselfs to badly.

I think that they should keep makin suicidle poems cause then ppl would kill their selfs they should be able to do wat they want... if they want to be dumb then let them... get off their back

im really sorry about ur friend if it really happened and I just wanted to say I know what ur going through I loved the poem it speaks the truth I admire that any way I g2g.

this poem is great dont stop writting them and e-mail me somtime to talk!

makes me want to cry...

***DEAD END***
Today will be today, tomorrow will be tomorrow, but all thats left in me these day, are hate, greif and sorrow, hate for people laughing at me for haveing my own style, grief for all my friends at skool for being to denial.and then sorrow comes along, the saddest of them all, I can no longer think of standing strong and tall.Skool has ended for today, my parents are not home, the house is quiet empty, cold and I am all alone, but then my good friends knock on the door, I walk to them and they see me, I am crying and I am the only one that they see. We sit down we talk for awhile, but then they all leave, but now I know what I have to do..i have to decieve..Decieve my friends, deseive my family, decieve everyone I know, I want my death to be hurtful, bloody and all so very slow,i grab a knife I go to my room, but then I remembered someone will be home soon. I dig the knife into my wrist..suddenly I saw red..it dripped fastly onto my white, soft bed. My life starts to blur, I am hopeless now, there is nothing I can do. I go fro another deep cut..cut nuber 2. I start to die my dad walks in. I am just about dead, I cannot talk but I wrote a note and this is what it said... I do love you, but you do not love me, you were about to send me to boarding school. im hurt cant you see? I am dead I hope your happy, this is what you've done, I hope that you are glad now..that you only have a son. I wanted to fit in, I wanted to be the same, I would still be living if I didnt get joked about each day. I have one more thing to say..Im sorry to my good friends. Im sorry for making my life story..Crash into a dead end

Man!!! Why why whywhy !!!
Bull crap!!
ppl needa stop like hella bad!!!