Suicide Poems

These are suicide poems that Funeral Guide has gathered specifically for suicide.  Many of the funeral poems on our other beautiful poetry pages will be relevant to funerals of those who have died in this way.



She Let Go


She let go of the committee of indecision within her.  She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.  Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.


She didn’t ask anyone for advice.  She didn’t read a book on how to let go.  She didn’t search the scriptures.  She just let go.



She let go of all of the memories that held her back.  She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.  She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.  She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.  She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.  She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.  She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.  She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t call the prayer line.  She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.  There was no struggle.  It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.  A small smile came over her face.  A light breeze blew through her.  And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.


By: Rev Safire Rose





Tonight I am a poet using words to express you
(as if I could find the rhyme or reason of you)


Tonight I am a painter making brushstrokes to capture the look of you
(as if I could bring the colour back to you)


Tonight I am a musician playing the heartbeat of you
(as if I could find the rhythm of you)


Tonight I am a sculptor carving the touch and hold of you
(as if I could breathe the blood back into you)


Tonight I am a dancer flying through space the eagle part of you
(as if I could fly off and be with you)


Tonight I am a perfume maker mixing up the smell of you
(as if I could capture the essence of you)


Tonight I am a witch wildly dancing under the moon for you
(as if I could invoke the very spirit of you)


Tonight I am a mother crying a mother’s tears for you
(as if I could ever fill the gaping chasm of you)

Tonight I feel so very small by the enormous loss of you


By: Kate Shand (grieving mom, author of the book ‘boy’)




When Tomorrow Starts Without Me


When tomorrow starts without me

And I’m not here to see

If the sun should rise and find your eyes

All filled with tears for me

I wish you wouldn’t cry the way you did today

While thinking of the many things

We did not get to say


I know how much you love me

As much as I love you.

Each time that you think of me

I know you will miss me too.


When tomorrow starts with out me

Please try to understand

That an angel came and called my name

And took me by the hand


The angel said my place was ready

In heaven far above, and

That I would have to leave behind

All those I Dearly Love


But when I walked through Heaven’s Gates

I felt so much at home

When GOD looked down and smiled at me

From his golden throne


He said this Is Eternity

And all I promised you

Today for life on earth is done

But here it starts a new


I promise no tomorrow

For today will always last

And Since each day’s the exact same way

There is no longing for the past


So when tomorrow starts without me

Do not think we’re apart

For every time you think of me

Remember I’m right here in your heart


Author: David M Romano




If Only…


If only I’d stopped and knocked on your door;
If only I’d known you couldn’t take any more;
If only I’d been there, if only I’d called;
If I’d not been so busy – and once again stalled.


Why didn’t I see then, the pain in your eyes
and know that you felt so alone and despised.
Why didn’t I hear the hurt in your voice,
and know you were about to make your last choice!


Maybe if I had been home on that day,
I’d have changed things for you in some little way
Maybe if I’d chosen my words with more care,
I could have seen more and been more aware.


I feel so bewildered and torn from inside,
The truth of it all gives me nowhere to hide.
Each time the phone rings, though I know it’s not you,
I’m still trying to see things from your point of view.


God, help me find some true peace of mind,
without leaving the memories of this friendship behind.
Grant me the courage to start once again,
To trust in the love and the life of a friend.


By: Karen Howard




A note on suicide by Captain Paul Watson (Sea Shepherd, Green Peace)

“One of the things that concerns me is when I read about, or hear of people, especially young people committing suicide because of bullying. I wish that I could talk to such people before they make such a terminal decision. I would tell them to not let the insecurities and fears of others influence them in any way. I would tell them to accept that all the ridicule, insults, bullying and peer pressure is irrelevant and simply unimportant to who they are. If a parent is unaccepting of who you are, you need to say to them that if you are unacceptable to them they have no right to be your parent and you should walk away from them. Too many people are enslaved to parents, partners and friends who do not accept them. Unacceptance and bullying are forms of violence and everyone should walk away from violence with dignity. No one should tell you what to believe, how to think, how to dress, how to behave or to dictate your sexual orientation or condemn you for your compassion, your passion, your imagination and your character. You are who you are and that is what it is, and how it should be, and if others do not tolerate who you are, don’t give them the satisfaction of destroying you. Simply symbolically spit in their eye, walk away and concentrate on being who you are for the benefit of yourself.

And if anyone is inclined to commit suicide my advice is to commit social suicide instead. That is, to drop out of your life as it is and begin another life, in another place with new ideas. Adventure is the antidote for depression. Take a chance, jump into the unknown and you will be amazed at what is awaiting you after you do.”

by Captain Paul Watson (Sea Shepherd, Green Peace)  this is an extract from his advice on the killer called stress




Find more beautiful funeral poetry on Funeral Guide’s other poetry pages:

General condolence poetry for funerals

Child Loss poems

Still Birth/Miscarriage poems

Pet Loss poems