What's the most Depressing/Darkest Poem or Lyrics you've every written? (It can be as long as you'd like it to be)

[Save_Me_Mind]

I'm just curious, the minds of others and how they perceive life. How dark and depressing our minds can be. I would appreciate it greatly

 

[Neowise]

I have't written any poems myself, but I like what Jan Arends wrote. He was a Dutch writer who eventually commited suicide. Knowing this you can feel the pain in his words. Here is a collection of his work, though you might need Google translate as it is all in Dutch. https://www.gedichten.nl/schrijver/Jan+Arends
Example:

CANCER

is
a good death.

Jumping
is
a good death.

Drowning
is
a good death.

Suicide
is
a good death.

Every death
is
a good death.

But
the death
you need
to wait for
that is
a bad death.

Always.

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Or I like this one, too:


You
are lying in bed.

There
is a rope
around your neck.

The
life is good.

The
bread is fresh.

You
are greeting a friendly
woman.

You
are drinking coffee at home.

You
eat buns.

You
are reading the papers.

The life
is good.

You
go to bed.

There
is a rope
around your neck.

 

[Dgafajwd]

This was my 1st song that Ive written. I wrote this when people in my life were making me feel guilty for wanting to kill myself. It's called Years of Internal Torture.

Years of internal torture
Ive been living in terror
I kept it all in, not letting it show
I thought it was best to hide
I lied to them as they pried
To protect them from me

I'm sorry for trying to leave
All I did was believe
That all my pain would disappear
And I would finally be in peace
Whilst leaving others in pieces
They would be free of the burden that is me

Ive hurt others in unspeakable ways
Now its my time to pay
I need to be punished for it
I'm so ashamed of my actions
Ive received many reactions
None as bad as the internal ones

I'm sorry for trying to leave
All I did was believe
That all my pain would disappear
And I would finally be in peace
Whilst leaving others in pieces
They would be free of the burden that is me

Ive been fighting an invisible battle
In my head, Ive been trying to paddle
Away from it, the signs of my battles
Are the scars on my body
Trying to hide it from everybody
So they wouldn't know my pain

I'm sorry for trying to leave
All I did was believe
That all my pain would disappear
And I would finally be in peace
Whilst leaving others in pieces
They would be free of the burden that is me

I'm not good enough for anyone
I tried to be tough for everyone
But I couldn't, I still need to go
My lack of self-worth, soon turned to self-hatred
Things kept getting heated
In my head, I could never win

I'm sorry for trying to leave
All I did was believe
That all my pain would disappear
And I would finally be in peace
Whilst leaving others in pieces
They would be free of the burden that is me

I used to be full of hope
I used to be able to cope
I cant anymore
Ive been trying to cling onto some hope
I'm still under a microscope
I just cant survive anymore

I'm sorry for trying to leave
All I did was believe
That all my pain would disappear
And I would finally be in peace
Whilst leaving others in pieces
They would be free of the burden that is me

 

[astr4]

i. i've always been a gambler --
thrown my heart around and chased head-first after it when no one and nothing bothered to catch it. bruises and blisters and calluses,
but it never stops, so i never stop.
ii. why do we dream? hazy illusions of
things we think we need and things we think we
want i want want want and it seems
to me to be the absence of desire which is more daunting than anything else.
iii. happiness is the sugar coating our teeth, eating months-old halloween candy abandoned at the back of the fridge.
what's next?
iv. everything smells like soap in this
little nest we've made for
ourselves. it's so much too much too soon. and it's almost as though the sun will never --
v. you whisper to me, and i whisper back. calculating words, cold and clinical
reassuring murmurs, an oil slick from my tongue. i think you believe them;
i wish i could believe myself too.
let me teach you how to be alone.
vi. do you ever terrify yourself?
late at night, with the moonlight at your back
and your thoughts laid bare
in front of you -- are you scared?
of the things you think you want and the things you think you need? and when life is the nightmare,
what is it you hope for?
vii. light it all on fire.
viii. and icarus could never tell anyone
just how sweet he found the fall; arms out- stretched, trying desperately to make it last.

death can't kill me but i pull the casket closed anyways. after all, i've always been a gambler.