Meaning: you can get a outlet for shoes or to charge your phone but yet you can not find someone to listen to you on a level you’re comfortable on (good shrink) (shrink = therapist)
@@PiinkPerfectionM8 Well she was, but she also wasn't. It was a double entendre. In the context of that sentence, using that metaphor, she did mean an electrical outlet. But she also meant an emotional outlet, which is what I'm assuming your point was
It's not often someone talks about the anger you feel when someone close to you wants to kill themselves. This isn't 'they're sad but pity me because you're making me sad', this is you care so much that you dont want them to kiss metal. When someone you love tells you they want to die, or actually attempts is, sure you're sad and empathetic, but you're also angry and feel like you could never forgive them. (I do hope that made sense I'm still half asleep) But this performance was so relatable for me. Because sure you want to write them songs and poems and stories about the good life, but you're still angry that they don't want to stay, and not sure if you can forgive them if they leave. It's been just over 2 years since I almost lost one of my closest friends and I felt all of this.
@@magnarcreed3801 but you do love it, you love them and their life because you get to be with them. It might not always be a pretty life for them but even if its a little bit selfish you want them by yourside because you love them. In my mind its similar to the pain you d feel if someone else took them from you
@@ryderrosebrough635 It would be selfish. That’s why I love them enough to let go. They were never mine to begin with. They are their own main character in their own stories. I can’t take someone’s life. I shouldn’t be able to take their death.
@@magnarcreed3801 i do like that point of view, i completely see where you’re coming from, but i even in the poetry they aren’t trying to force their friend to stay through anger or force, they want to show them a beautiful life, a gorgeous sky, but they don’t want that person to just leave them, it feels like your being left behind. it’s not always 100% justifiable to feel that way, sometimes people certainly don’t have the quality of life, but it still feels like your best friend is being taken from you, and that’s rage inducing
I have listened to this poem probably 50 times in the last months and I have fallen in love with Nora's tone and the beautiful words that tone fills. I hope I can speak this passionately some day.
I have a friend who used to tell me things like this, but depression swallowed her whole and now we sit side by side in the damp darkness of its stomach and plot our way out together.
my best friend and I used to send eachother this poem when things were rough. She took her life a month and a half ago. Please please please remember how much you are loved and needed. The world is a better place with you in it.
This poem has saved my life multiple times since the start of 2016. Thank you for chasing the wolves away. They're so hungry and this has put it in me to run just a little longer. Thank you.
I am sitting listening to this on repeat. Imagining if my son would ever feel this strongly about needing his mother here even tho he is still so little and wouldn’t remember me.
My boyfriend tried to commit suicide this past Sunday. He immediately regretted taking the pills and told his parents. He will be in the hospital for a few days. I miss him, so bad... I can't visit yet, but hopefully I will see him soon. He means the world to me, and I can relate to this poem so much. If it isn't his living, breathing, thinking body and mind, I don't want it. I don't want his corpse. *I want him.* I wrote in a journal yesterday (it was Monday). I haven't written in a journal in years, but I needed to. I wrote for 30 minutes straight and wrote out 6 pages of words that I mean with all of my soul. Something I wrote: "I want to see him in a suit while he is still alive, not when he is in a coffin." I'm only 16. He's only 15.
Damn. Just damn. I rarely write comments, but I need to say one thing. I have no friends, no achievments. No fear of dying, but of living. I'm full of emptiness right now. I'm tired of fighting, of trying, 'cause I've tried it all. And yes, I've been planning my suicide for a long time now. I finally decided to be this friday. I'm watching the clock. No, I'm not seeking attention, not looking for words from kind and sweet strangers that will fade when I close my laptop just to find myself again in the darkness of that ocean I call bed. No, I'm writing this to say THANK YOU. I don't know if I'll go ahead with my plan. And for that I thank you, because now I DON'T KNOW. Maybe tomorrow I'll make a different plan, maybe I'll go for a walk instead, or maybe I'll be more sure than ever and I'll go to that hotel room. Whatever the case, in this night, in this moment I just don't know. You made my depression tremble. THANK YOU.
i doubt she checks these comments ever, its been 5 years since this was posted but i just need to say it. i think this poem saved my life last spring. i would put it on and cry and imagine it was coming from the people that i loved too much to tell how i was feeling. and it made me really feel what it would do. thank you.
Before my now ex killed himself he called me... he chose the one night my phone was dead, on the charger.... it's only been a month but I can't silence my phone anymore.
+Cerys Fletcher don't be sorry. I've grown, and it hurts, but I'll keep growing, and getting better. The nightmares only happen every so often but I still get freaked out when I don't wake up in his bed. but, I've found hapiness, and someone who allows me to be as sad as I can but still understand that I love them, they let me mourn. I didn't know if I'd be able to make it past five days but it's exactly 7 months later today, and I'm still here.
+Caity Conn You should listen to Krewella - Human if you haven't already, your story touched me and I can't even think of all the emotions you must've went through when you realized what had happened.
I used to know this poem word for word. It's been so long, just finding this in my old likes. Still gives chills and I still hear it echoing in my head. Still so powerful.
This poem got me through college. It carried me through the late nights and dragged me through the deep lows. It pulled me above the loss of a friend and helped me put down the knife. This taught me to call for help and let me feel okay about my friend sleeping on my couch to make sure I'd be alive in the morning. There will never be a point in my life where this poem doesn't bring me to tears and breathe me to life. Nora is amazing.
I watched this the day before one of my best friends ended his life. I had no idea how much this would end up meaning to me. I wish I knew and could have shown him. This is beautiful.
My best friend is suicidal. Just three days ago he texted me saying he was cutting again and wanted to end his life. You don't understand the pain and uncertainty that comes with having someone in your life that's like a ticking time bomb. How can people say she's an asshole for not condoning her friend committing suicide? I personally think any good friend would tell their friends not to go, to stay, that they will be their clouds and their sun and their moon and their stars if they need them to be. If your best friend called you saying they were going to end their life and this is "goodbye" and you don't try to stop them then you're a terrible excuse for a human being. Being nice isn't more important than saving your friends fucking life
Livi Read Thanks. I hope your better. It's hard being the only person who can help. She always hits me and yells and if I get angrey she could die. How are you?
@@sparrowwestlake7267 Hi Sparrow! I haven't had a lot of time in a while (what with school starting at all) my situation was sort of a rollercoaster, we started dating, he got off meds, started going to school on time and everything, but he hit a rough patch recently and is back on meds and trying to get into therapy again, which is like, yikes you know? but I'm proud of him for getting help when he needed it. Listen man I know how much it hurts to know you can't do much about it, and I don't know your situation that well. I don't want to tell you it'll all work out in the end or some sappy shit like that but just keep trekking. She shouldn't hit you. let me know how you're doing ok? I understand, I'm here. -liv
Ramona Noam Hi. Yeah, we're doing ok. Our other best friend has just came out as non binary, so that's been a bit hard coz her parents are really homophobic, but my other friend is getting better. She's almost stopped cutting, so that's good. Thanks. You still holding up?
That's what I needed. I needed to be told that I had to get better and that I wasn't allowed to kill myself. I needed to be told that killing myself meant spreading my sadness to the people I care about most in the world. And I needed to be told that I have no right to put my life in somebodies hands when their hands are already full.
you are never aloud to. it's not okay. I know what death feel like when it calls, but you are not meant to departure. you are meant to live and dream and care. nobody wants a memory, they want material. please call me.
you are never aloud to. it's not okay. I know what death feel like when it calls, but you are not meant to departure. you are meant to live and dream and care. nobody wants a memory, they want material. please call me.
you are never aloud to. it's not okay. I know what death feel like when it calls, but you are not meant to departure. you are meant to live and dream and care. nobody wants a memory, they want material. please call me.
you are never aloud to. it's not okay. I know what death feel like when it calls, but you are not meant to departure. you are meant to live and dream and care. nobody wants a memory, they want material. please call me. I
"... And yea you can call me, but I won't tell you that it's ok, that I forgive you, I won't say goodbye, or I love you one last time. You won't leave on good terms with me because I will not forgive you. I won't read you your last rights, absolve you of sin, watch you sail away on a flaming viking ship my hand glued to my forehead, I will not hold your hand steady around a gun and after, I won't come by to pick up the package of dead body parts you will have left specifically for me."
I've thought about leaving this life forever . I think of it all the time . By listening to you I realize there might be someone out there who still wants me alive. Your poem touched my heart .
This is a poem inspired by this video: Don't go yet We haven't even met You were born on this earth to be a blessing This is a problem that needs addressing God made you beautiful and true I'll live some more just for you Made in an image so flawed yet flawless You can lean your head on me like a baby in her mother's chest Don't say goodbye Don't make me cry Grow old Grow bold But don't leave me not now If you left all I could say would be wow Speechless and left in pieces The torment I would feel would be ceaseless Was it something I could've done What would've made you stay and come Come stay with me Stay in love and safety Your life matters Don't leave this world with a legacy of you being in tatters You had a life someone would wish for Those who died young and wanted more years Years to accomplish dreams But now those dreams are dead with them And you sit and cry and want to join that anthem The anthem of cries For the parent and friend their loved died I beg you Stay alive
this is my favorite poem, and i always come back to it when the person i love most in the world doesn’t want to be here anymore. it doesn’t always help, but it always hurts. and sometimes that’s better than nothing.
I have a friend that has depression. Multiple times I've been up all night talking to him. Thinking, if I can keep him talking to me then he'll be alright. If I can distract him, or even just keep him responding.
hi - it's been a while, but I hope things are alright with you. I've been in your shoes more often than I would ever wish upon someone, and I've got one piece of advice for you and anyone else in a situation like this. whatever happens, make sure you have your own support system(s), and try not to lose sight of your own needs. if you need to stay strong for the both of you, that includes taking care of your needs/health. but please, make sure you have a safe person to talk to about this stuff. it's easy to slip into codependency, and that could leave some marks for you as well. You aren't solely responsible for another person's (mental) health, nor for any actions they may take, however much you want to hold the power to change their lives. but you're really brave for being there for your friend, and I hope they realized what they would miss out on. take care now
My boyfriend killed himself last month. We had gotten into a fight and I ignored his calls. I'm 8 months pregnant and don't think I've ever lived with more regret in my life
I had this conversation with my best of friends. He still killed himself. Ive written him a hundred obituaries, none of which he ever gets to hear or feel the pain hes left behind. But his family gave me one of his guitars that i cant bear to look at, so my son, his godson does and asks me ever week if he can play it, or paint it, but it just sits there empty like the hole thats left. i just wish he wouldve called. He was 6 minutes away, i wouldve dropped everything to be there.
I just stood up and cheered at home alone at my computer when this piece finished. I cheer because I am human and these words resonate with brave truth.
I cry every single time I listen to this. It's like shes saying it to me and God I hope she knows how important her words are, how much it has helped a random stranger who listened to it.
“I don’t care, I don’t want them, I don’t want your heart, it’s not yours anymore, it’s just a heart now and I already have one.” Idk why, but this is one of the parts that hits me hardest.
As a person that's lived a long time with mental illness, I can understand this poem. But unlike so many others like me on here, it's not what I needed (not saying it was for me in the first place) nor was it a wake up call. I don't know what I need because regardless of what I or other people tell me (the soft-sappy affirmations, the blunt-raw 'truth', or somewhere in between) it never really resonates with me, no matter how hard I try. I do see this as a beautifully spoken poem and I commend Nora for sharing herself and her feelings, uncut.
I heard this poem so many times, while being suicidal. But only now, after a friend of mine, tried to end their life, I feel the anger and Nora's displaying here. I asked them if they were ok, that day and they said they were. Two hours before they left their grandmother's home and made an attempt to end everything. Now, evey time they leave my place to walk back to their grandmother or the hospital, I feel nothing but anxiety. Most of the time I insist on walking them back.
i am actually sobbing write now. this is just so beautiful. as someone who has been on both sides, thank you. thank you for expressing what i can't thank you for showing people that they are so, so important to their loved ones. and thank you, for reminding me of what i am capable of getting through. thank you.
I feel terrible but every time she says "throw them at school children, hurl them at the ocean I DON'T CARE!" i just imagine someone chunk body part at children and off a cliff into the sea and I laugh soo hard. I am a terrible person. but amazing poem.
@@alphysthefishylover6364 thank you. What did the stray cats do to deserve it? School children are loud and I lived across the street from a school, I think there were times....
All I can do is think about that super accomodating mortician making a list of these things and then going out and doing their best to ensure this persons wishes are met. "Ok, so if we feed the liver to the cats we can still throw the fingers at the school children and hurl the head into the ocean, but what about the femur?"
"But I won't tell you it's okay, that I forgive you. I won't say goodbye, or I love you once last time, you won't leave on good terms with me, because I will not forgive you." My best friend is suicidal, and I don't think I've ever heard anything that captures my feelings as well as this poem. The mix of resentment and love and fear and helplessness is something that's hard to explain and hard to understand if you haven't been through it. I love that she tells me when she's feeling low but when I get those messages I can't stop the resentment I feel even though it's overpowered by thankfulness she wants to talk to me and happiness she's still alive. I hate her when she tells me the only reason she's not dead yet is she has people whose hearts she'll break and she wishes I could just let her go without guilt, but I don't hate her, I love her so much and I won't let her go, I won't let her push me away, I won't leave her, I won't let her leave. Sometimes I want to scream because her burden has become mine and her pain mine but I wouldn't trade her friendship for the world, her pain burdens her and her hurt hurts me but she's never been a burden to me and every moment with her will be worth it. I feel so useless and selfish and like I'm making her pain about me and I can't even talk about it with anyone because the person I turn to is her and I know being angry isn't fair to her but she isn't being fair to me either. I want to share her pain because I know whatever relief I can give her means the world to me and the stress and pain and worry of having a suicidal friend doesn't equate to even a fraction of the pain I would feel if I ever lose her. She's the best person I know but if she goes through with it I know I will hate her so much but I also know I'll hate myself even more.
I felt the pain and the tough love you had. I appreciate you sharing your work. I know the pain my step father killed himself by drinking himself to death. The battle we went through watching him kill himself was hard. You showed so much emotion when you recited your poem.
i would say this is beautiful, but suicide is not beautiful. the string of words here is something i wish i knew how to say. hits really close to home. i see the pain.
When everything just feels so fake, I make decisions that aren't good for me, and every night until I find the solution, I am haunted with a voice that tells me to just give everything up and accept that death is a very permanent solution. On those nights or days, I play this poem over and over again. Its not much, but if I close my eyes hard enough, its like I can convince myself that there's someone really out there telling me they're here for me. Like I have a real friend. And I push myself to keep going, to keep living.
Been 3 months since ive been listening to it.I feel this so heavily the anger,rage,the pain as if the things she removed coulnt be done anymore I literally hung on each words telling myslef that someone i know would say this to me or i could write something like this.God this one so heartbreaking ,perfect.
this is so beautiful. my friend used something similar to this to talk me out of suicide at least 2 times. i wish i had heard this before i attempted suicide 7 times. thank you my friend for putting this in perspective. i have always viewed my death as something that is better for everyone, now i know it is not. thank you.
I didn't know what to expect from this video but after watching it I can definitely say that I feel it's power. It was very moving. As someone who falls on the difficult side of mental health this was really powerful to hear. Very well written and the pacing and rhythm of the performance was great, especially near the end.
I found button poetry while watching random UA-cam videos & I love it! The brutal honesty is refreshing in a day & time where every one tips toes around on egg shells so as not to offend anyone. Love!!
Also, thank you for this inspiring and necessary poem Nora Cooper. I bet you have saved many lives and given hope to many people, me included. Thank you.
As someone with the idea of suicide always in the back of the mind, this means so much. I wish I had a friend like her. Someone that truly cares. Someone that would know the difference of me not being here. But I have no friends. I relapsed on my and I have no one to tell.
just wanted to quickly say that i've been spreading this like wildfire, and this is exactly what i've listened to each time i was feeling suicidal. this is amazing.
Listening to this poem in recovery post-suicide attempt(s) is something else. No one tells you how awful it feels to know you hurt the people around you in your own pain. No one tells you how to forgive yourself for the guilt of what you did. There’s a lot to be said about de stigmatizing suicide and getting help, but on the other side of that help is a gaping chasm of guilt you must learn to forgive yourself for if you ever really want to get better.
God this made me cry so hard because it reminds me of my friend. She's still here but I get worried everytime when she takes more than a week to respond because she lives far away and the only way I know how she is are her responses and is she ever really did it I wouldn't have anyone to tell me. The responses would just stop and that's why I get fucking scared everytime she doesn't respond for a longer time. I know she just needs her time and maybe just doesn't have the energy to respond and I want her to take as much time as she needs but I can't help but get worried after a while...
Every few weeks for the past six years this poem circles in my mind, and it's a beautiful beautiful reminder that there is so much more for us here ❤️....AND HOW AMAZINGLY does that fit in now with Rihannas new music 😭😭😭😂😂😍😍😍
i have attempted so many times and i regret all of them to this day. i dont cry but this makes me. making me glad i failed and can hear my sister laugh and roll my eyes at my mom complaining about her new coworker, that i can scream with my dad at the tv at 2am because a character did something stupid on our favourite show. that i could watch my brother graduate and watch the other turn into the adult he was always ment to be. that i can hold my mangos hand well he crys and try and fail to direct my kokum to my brothers first job.
i come and listen to this more than once a day. it’ll be seven months in two days. they asked if they could call me the day before, i wasn’t available. it was my last chance. now, i always have time. i always pick up the phone. i can’t lose that chance again. “so the answer to your question is yes, if you’re ever really going to kill yourself, yes. please, call me.” i wish i couldve showed them this poem before, maybe i could’ve changed their mind.
"Outlets are easier to find than good shrinks." In tears rn
Can you explain?
Meaning: you can get a outlet for shoes or to charge your phone but yet you can not find someone to listen to you on a level you’re comfortable on (good shrink) (shrink = therapist)
@@jaymeedeanI don’t think she was talking about charging phones
@@PiinkPerfectionM8 Well she was, but she also wasn't. It was a double entendre. In the context of that sentence, using that metaphor, she did mean an electrical outlet. But she also meant an emotional outlet, which is what I'm assuming your point was
It's not often someone talks about the anger you feel when someone close to you wants to kill themselves. This isn't 'they're sad but pity me because you're making me sad', this is you care so much that you dont want them to kiss metal. When someone you love tells you they want to die, or actually attempts is, sure you're sad and empathetic, but you're also angry and feel like you could never forgive them. (I do hope that made sense I'm still half asleep)
But this performance was so relatable for me. Because sure you want to write them songs and poems and stories about the good life, but you're still angry that they don't want to stay, and not sure if you can forgive them if they leave. It's been just over 2 years since I almost lost one of my closest friends and I felt all of this.
yeah. This. Yes.
Never makes me angry. I don’t own their life.
@@magnarcreed3801 but you do love it, you love them and their life because you get to be with them. It might not always be a pretty life for them but even if its a little bit selfish you want them by yourside because you love them. In my mind its similar to the pain you d feel if someone else took them from you
@@ryderrosebrough635
It would be selfish. That’s why I love them enough to let go. They were never mine to begin with. They are their own main character in their own stories. I can’t take someone’s life. I shouldn’t be able to take their death.
@@magnarcreed3801 i do like that point of view, i completely see where you’re coming from, but i even in the poetry they aren’t trying to force their friend to stay through anger or force, they want to show them a beautiful life, a gorgeous sky, but they don’t want that person to just leave them, it feels like your being left behind. it’s not always 100% justifiable to feel that way, sometimes people certainly don’t have the quality of life, but it still feels like your best friend is being taken from you, and that’s rage inducing
I have listened to this poem probably 50 times in the last months and I have fallen in love with Nora's tone and the beautiful words that tone fills. I hope I can speak this passionately some day.
Savannah Brown did it too, I feel like the way she felt when she did it was better.
+Ryen Vercetti Savannah did this also?? do you have a link I'd love to see it
I always come back to this when I’m having trouble feeling anything because it always tugs at my heart’s strings
I listen to it on repeat
I have a friend who used to tell me things like this, but depression swallowed her whole and now we sit side by side in the damp darkness of its stomach and plot our way out together.
***** That was sad and beautiful in equal parts.
I got chills at how relatable this is
Are you still here? I hope you are. I care. I'm here if u want to talk.
I hope you're both okay
O hope you are okay
my best friend and I used to send eachother this poem when things were rough. She took her life a month and a half ago. Please please please remember how much you are loved and needed. The world is a better place with you in it.
This poem has saved my life multiple times since the start of 2016. Thank you for chasing the wolves away. They're so hungry and this has put it in me to run just a little longer. Thank you.
honestly I agree. this poem has really just like- done something to me
I am sitting listening to this on repeat. Imagining if my son would ever feel this strongly about needing his mother here even tho he is still so little and wouldn’t remember me.
I hope you're still here
I hope you’re still here
My boyfriend tried to commit suicide this past Sunday. He immediately regretted taking the pills and told his parents. He will be in the hospital for a few days. I miss him, so bad... I can't visit yet, but hopefully I will see him soon. He means the world to me, and I can relate to this poem so much.
If it isn't his living, breathing, thinking body and mind, I don't want it.
I don't want his corpse. *I want him.*
I wrote in a journal yesterday (it was Monday). I haven't written in a journal in years, but I needed to. I wrote for 30 minutes straight and wrote out 6 pages of words that I mean with all of my soul.
Something I wrote: "I want to see him in a suit while he is still alive, not when he is in a coffin."
I'm only 16. He's only 15.
Cecelia Kittyface I really hope you’re ok
Ramona Noam We are both ok, thought we aren’t together anymore. We are still great friends.
Cecelia Kittyface im so happy to see this comment
Damn. Just damn.
I rarely write comments, but I need to say one thing.
I have no friends, no achievments. No fear of dying, but of living. I'm full of emptiness right now.
I'm tired of fighting, of trying, 'cause I've tried it all.
And yes, I've been planning my suicide for a long time now. I finally decided to be this friday. I'm watching the clock.
No, I'm not seeking attention, not looking for words from kind and sweet strangers that will fade when I close my laptop just to find myself again in the darkness of that ocean I call bed.
No, I'm writing this to say THANK YOU.
I don't know if I'll go ahead with my plan. And for that I thank you, because now I DON'T KNOW.
Maybe tomorrow I'll make a different plan, maybe I'll go for a walk instead, or maybe I'll be more sure than ever and I'll go to that hotel room.
Whatever the case, in this night, in this moment I just don't know.
You made my depression tremble.
THANK YOU.
please respond are you alright i know its hard i know belive me but please tell me you are okay
I hope you're ok
if youre still here, thank you.
i hope you're still here
I hope you're okay.
i doubt she checks these comments ever, its been 5 years since this was posted but i just need to say it. i think this poem saved my life last spring. i would put it on and cry and imagine it was coming from the people that i loved too much to tell how i was feeling. and it made me really feel what it would do. thank you.
"There's no YOU there. I want YOU."
Before my now ex killed himself he called me... he chose the one night my phone was dead, on the charger.... it's only been a month but I can't silence my phone anymore.
fuck that hurt to read
+Gillian Doucette it hurt to go through
+Cerys Fletcher don't be sorry. I've grown, and it hurts, but I'll keep growing, and getting better. The nightmares only happen every so often but I still get freaked out when I don't wake up in his bed. but, I've found hapiness, and someone who allows me to be as sad as I can but still understand that I love them, they let me mourn. I didn't know if I'd be able to make it past five days but it's exactly 7 months later today, and I'm still here.
+Cerys Fletcher noooo I'm just human
+Caity Conn You should listen to Krewella - Human if you haven't already, your story touched me and I can't even think of all the emotions you must've went through when you realized what had happened.
I come back and listen to this from time to time when I'm at my worst moments.
I like this. You can really tell that this poem means a lot to her
I used to know this poem word for word. It's been so long, just finding this in my old likes.
Still gives chills and I still hear it echoing in my head.
Still so powerful.
From someone who has attempted suicide twice, I can say that this is all I may have wanted to hear from a close friend. Truly beautiful
Same
This poem got me through college. It carried me through the late nights and dragged me through the deep lows. It pulled me above the loss of a friend and helped me put down the knife. This taught me to call for help and let me feel okay about my friend sleeping on my couch to make sure I'd be alive in the morning. There will never be a point in my life where this poem doesn't bring me to tears and breathe me to life.
Nora is amazing.
I hope you're well now
After a year of reading and writing poetry, I can't say I'm not still blown away every single time I listen to this poem.
I come to this poem every time things go dark again. It has saved my life so many times
I watched this the day before one of my best friends ended his life. I had no idea how much this would end up meaning to me. I wish I knew and could have shown him. This is beautiful.
Who put these onions here?
My best friend is suicidal. Just three days ago he texted me saying he was cutting again and wanted to end his life. You don't understand the pain and uncertainty that comes with having someone in your life that's like a ticking time bomb. How can people say she's an asshole for not condoning her friend committing suicide? I personally think any good friend would tell their friends not to go, to stay, that they will be their clouds and their sun and their moon and their stars if they need them to be. If your best friend called you saying they were going to end their life and this is "goodbye" and you don't try to stop them then you're a terrible excuse for a human being. Being nice isn't more important than saving your friends fucking life
Hi. I'm in almost the same situation as you. I don't know what to do. I'm terrified.
Just checking in to make sure your ok.
Anna Papa hey Anna i know it’s been a bit but if you need to chat I’ve been in a similar situation I could offer you some words?
Livi Read
Thanks. I hope your better. It's hard being the only person who can help. She always hits me and yells and if I get angrey she could die. How are you?
@@sparrowwestlake7267 Hi Sparrow! I haven't had a lot of time in a while (what with school starting at all) my situation was sort of a rollercoaster, we started dating, he got off meds, started going to school on time and everything, but he hit a rough patch recently and is back on meds and trying to get into therapy again, which is like, yikes you know? but I'm proud of him for getting help when he needed it. Listen man I know how much it hurts to know you can't do much about it, and I don't know your situation that well. I don't want to tell you it'll all work out in the end or some sappy shit like that but just keep trekking. She shouldn't hit you.
let me know how you're doing ok? I understand, I'm here.
-liv
Ramona Noam
Hi. Yeah, we're doing ok. Our other best friend has just came out as non binary, so that's been a bit hard coz her parents are really homophobic, but my other friend is getting better. She's almost stopped cutting, so that's good.
Thanks. You still holding up?
That's what I needed. I needed to be told that I had to get better and that I wasn't allowed to kill myself. I needed to be told that killing myself meant spreading my sadness to the people I care about most in the world. And I needed to be told that I have no right to put my life in somebodies hands when their hands are already full.
you are never aloud to.
it's not okay.
I know what death feel like when it calls, but you are not meant to departure.
you are meant to live and dream and care.
nobody wants a memory,
they want material.
please call me.
you are never aloud to.
it's not okay.
I know what death feel like when it calls, but you are not meant to departure.
you are meant to live and dream and care.
nobody wants a memory,
they want material.
please call me.
you are never aloud to.
it's not okay.
I know what death feel like when it calls, but you are not meant to departure.
you are meant to live and dream and care.
nobody wants a memory,
they want material.
please call me.
you are never aloud to.
it's not okay.
I know what death feel like when it calls, but you are not meant to departure.
you are meant to live and dream and care.
nobody wants a memory,
they want material.
please call me. I
"... And yea you can call me, but I won't tell you that it's ok, that I forgive you, I won't say goodbye, or I love you one last time. You won't leave on good terms with me because I will not forgive you. I won't read you your last rights, absolve you of sin, watch you sail away on a flaming viking ship my hand glued to my forehead, I will not hold your hand steady around a gun and after, I won't come by to pick up the package of dead body parts you will have left specifically for me."
I've thought about leaving this life forever . I think of it all the time . By listening to you I realize there might be someone out there who still wants me alive. Your poem touched my heart .
This is a poem inspired by this video:
Don't go yet
We haven't even met
You were born on this earth to be a blessing
This is a problem that needs addressing
God made you beautiful and true
I'll live some more just for you
Made in an image so flawed yet flawless
You can lean your head on me like a baby in her mother's chest
Don't say goodbye
Don't make me cry
Grow old
Grow bold
But don't leave me not now
If you left all I could say would be wow
Speechless and left in pieces
The torment I would feel would be ceaseless
Was it something I could've done
What would've made you stay and come
Come stay with me
Stay in love and safety
Your life matters
Don't leave this world with a legacy of you being in tatters
You had a life someone would wish for
Those who died young and wanted more years
Years to accomplish dreams
But now those dreams are dead with them
And you sit and cry and want to join that anthem
The anthem of cries
For the parent and friend their loved died
I beg you
Stay alive
THERES NO BLOOD THERE THERE'S NO LIFE THERE THERE'S NO YOU THERE
That line really got to me
this is my favorite poem, and i always come back to it when the person i love most in the world doesn’t want to be here anymore. it doesn’t always help, but it always hurts. and sometimes that’s better than nothing.
I have a friend that has depression. Multiple times I've been up all night talking to him. Thinking, if I can keep him talking to me then he'll be alright. If I can distract him, or even just keep him responding.
hi - it's been a while, but I hope things are alright with you. I've been in your shoes more often than I would ever wish upon someone, and I've got one piece of advice for you and anyone else in a situation like this. whatever happens, make sure you have your own support system(s), and try not to lose sight of your own needs. if you need to stay strong for the both of you, that includes taking care of your needs/health. but please, make sure you have a safe person to talk to about this stuff. it's easy to slip into codependency, and that could leave some marks for you as well. You aren't solely responsible for another person's (mental) health, nor for any actions they may take, however much you want to hold the power to change their lives. but you're really brave for being there for your friend, and I hope they realized what they would miss out on. take care now
This is one of my favorite poems in Button Poetry
It's a good one :)
@@ButtonPoetry Yeah
If think this is good now, listen to it side by side with Akeemjamal Rollins's "Suicide Note". Chills.
I'm gonna look that up right now!
Melannie ua-cam.com/video/9Ike_pjzzW0/v-deo.html :)
That's my Columbus, OH family. He's dope
***** exactly. "I will write you a new sky" vs. "Don't make make me want this again". Both sides of the story.
i21meerkat that was an awesome suggestion.
My boyfriend killed himself last month. We had gotten into a fight and I ignored his calls. I'm 8 months pregnant and don't think I've ever lived with more regret in my life
I had this conversation with my best of friends. He still killed himself. Ive written him a hundred obituaries, none of which he ever gets to hear or feel the pain hes left behind. But his family gave me one of his guitars that i cant bear to look at, so my son, his godson does and asks me ever week if he can play it, or paint it, but it just sits there empty like the hole thats left. i just wish he wouldve called. He was 6 minutes away, i wouldve dropped everything to be there.
This one of the first poems that made fall in love with Poetry, The words, her tone, everything about it is perfect. Truly grateful
Every single time I watch this poem, I fall in love with it a little bit more.
I just kept getting waves of chills throughout this whole masterpiece
I just stood up and cheered at home alone at my computer when this piece finished. I cheer because I am human and these words resonate with brave truth.
This poem makes me cry every single time without fail.
I cry every single time I listen to this. It's like shes saying it to me and God I hope she knows how important her words are, how much it has helped a random stranger who listened to it.
I've listened to this poem a hundred times but, I've never had it remind me of someone until today. Now I just want to cry.
This is my favorite poem I have ever heard, it’s so beautiful and brings tears to my eyes every time
“I don’t care, I don’t want them, I don’t want your heart, it’s not yours anymore, it’s just a heart now and I already have one.” Idk why, but this is one of the parts that hits me hardest.
Id love for someone to be this supportive, not everyone is so lucky to have someone tell them this. Thank you for posting it.
I always go back to this one.
every now and then i come back to this and i never regret it
i come and watch this video everytime i feel on the brink. Thank you so much for your work and your art.
As a person that's lived a long time with mental illness, I can understand this poem. But unlike so many others like me on here, it's not what I needed (not saying it was for me in the first place) nor was it a wake up call. I don't know what I need because regardless of what I or other people tell me (the soft-sappy affirmations, the blunt-raw 'truth', or somewhere in between) it never really resonates with me, no matter how hard I try. I do see this as a beautifully spoken poem and I commend Nora for sharing herself and her feelings, uncut.
Wow. So much emotion in her voice. Now I'm crying like crazy.
this poem makes me cry every time without fail
she deserves all the respect in he world. that was amazing and i cant find the correct words to let come out of my mouth. she is amazing
I have been listening to this all day..... I still have chills
Every time I hear this poem I fall in love with it even more. The sound of her voice, the timing, everything! Love it
This is so raw. Literally the best
whenever things are getting bad for me i’ll watch this video, it reminds me of my best friend and how she would feel if i left this world
When she said
“I want you”
Damn I felt that.
I heard this poem so many times, while being suicidal.
But only now, after a friend of mine, tried to end their life, I feel the anger and Nora's displaying here.
I asked them if they were ok, that day and they said they were. Two hours before they left their grandmother's home and made an attempt to end everything.
Now, evey time they leave my place to walk back to their grandmother or the hospital, I feel nothing but anxiety.
Most of the time I insist on walking them back.
i am actually sobbing write now. this is just so beautiful. as someone who has been on both sides, thank you. thank you for expressing what i can't thank you for showing people that they are so, so important to their loved ones. and thank you, for reminding me of what i am capable of getting through. thank you.
I feel terrible but every time she says "throw them at school children, hurl them at the ocean I DON'T CARE!" i just imagine someone chunk body part at children and off a cliff into the sea and I laugh soo hard.
I am a terrible person.
but amazing poem.
its 3am and i was pretty sad until i saw this comment and started snorting while laughing too hardnfnccmcmcm
+aleyah venegas thank
@@alphysthefishylover6364 thank you. What did the stray cats do to deserve it? School children are loud and I lived across the street from a school, I think there were times....
All I can do is think about that super accomodating mortician making a list of these things and then going out and doing their best to ensure this persons wishes are met.
"Ok, so if we feed the liver to the cats we can still throw the fingers at the school children and hurl the head into the ocean, but what about the femur?"
no matter how many times i listen to this, it will never get old.
"But I won't tell you it's okay, that I forgive you. I won't say goodbye, or I love you once last time, you won't leave on good terms with me, because I will not forgive you." My best friend is suicidal, and I don't think I've ever heard anything that captures my feelings as well as this poem. The mix of resentment and love and fear and helplessness is something that's hard to explain and hard to understand if you haven't been through it. I love that she tells me when she's feeling low but when I get those messages I can't stop the resentment I feel even though it's overpowered by thankfulness she wants to talk to me and happiness she's still alive. I hate her when she tells me the only reason she's not dead yet is she has people whose hearts she'll break and she wishes I could just let her go without guilt, but I don't hate her, I love her so much and I won't let her go, I won't let her push me away, I won't leave her, I won't let her leave. Sometimes I want to scream because her burden has become mine and her pain mine but I wouldn't trade her friendship for the world, her pain burdens her and her hurt hurts me but she's never been a burden to me and every moment with her will be worth it. I feel so useless and selfish and like I'm making her pain about me and I can't even talk about it with anyone because the person I turn to is her and I know being angry isn't fair to her but she isn't being fair to me either. I want to share her pain because I know whatever relief I can give her means the world to me and the stress and pain and worry of having a suicidal friend doesn't equate to even a fraction of the pain I would feel if I ever lose her. She's the best person I know but if she goes through with it I know I will hate her so much but I also know I'll hate myself even more.
This keeps me alive on the bad days thank you
I felt the pain and the tough love you had. I appreciate you sharing your work. I know the pain my step father killed himself by drinking himself to death. The battle we went through watching him kill himself was hard. You showed so much emotion when you recited your poem.
i would say this is beautiful, but suicide is not beautiful. the string of words here is something i wish i knew how to say. hits really close to home. i see the pain.
When everything just feels so fake, I make decisions that aren't good for me, and every night until I find the solution, I am haunted with a voice that tells me to just give everything up and accept that death is a very permanent solution. On those nights or days, I play this poem over and over again. Its not much, but if I close my eyes hard enough, its like I can convince myself that there's someone really out there telling me they're here for me. Like I have a real friend. And I push myself to keep going, to keep living.
This is extraordinary, I'm actually in tears. Her delivery is perfect and full of emotion and passion and her words are so incredibly powerful.
I get chills every time I listen to this.
I can't even begin to explain how much I needed this... I broke down in tears halfway through... this is amazing.
i thought she was going to cry while saying this and i can totally understand why, this was an amazing poem
One of my best friends sent me this tonight... little did she know just how badly I needed to hear this to snap me out of the place I was in.
Been 3 months since ive been listening to it.I feel this so heavily the anger,rage,the pain as if the things she removed coulnt be done anymore I literally hung on each words telling myslef that someone i know would say this to me or i could write something like this.God this one so heartbreaking ,perfect.
this is so beautiful. my friend used something similar to this to talk me out of suicide at least 2 times. i wish i had heard this before i attempted suicide 7 times. thank you my friend for putting this in perspective.
i have always viewed my death as something that is better for everyone, now i know it is not. thank you.
I didn't know what to expect from this video but after watching it I can definitely say that I feel it's power. It was very moving. As someone who falls on the difficult side of mental health this was really powerful to hear. Very well written and the pacing and rhythm of the performance was great, especially near the end.
I found button poetry while watching random UA-cam videos & I love it! The brutal honesty is refreshing in a day & time where every one tips toes around on egg shells so as not to offend anyone. Love!!
This one is my favorite. Hands down.
Also, thank you for this inspiring and necessary poem Nora Cooper. I bet you have saved many lives and given hope to many people, me included. Thank you.
I really love her voice.
I almost lost my fight with depression the other day. I’m trying to be glad that I didn’t, this helps.
I cryied so much watching this. This is so powerful.
This is one of those videos I wish I could double like
This poem is saving my life right now
It is so beautiful to find a poem from eh perspective of a person who is close to someone suicidal because, I needed that, thanks
This brought me so many tears.
This gave me goosebumps. It's beautiful.
this had me bawling. so powerful
This is my absolute favourite slam poem. I know it off by heart and I am just in love with it.
As someone with the idea of suicide always in the back of the mind, this means so much. I wish I had a friend like her. Someone that truly cares. Someone that would know the difference of me not being here. But I have no friends. I relapsed on my and I have no one to tell.
We are your friend :)
I'm speechless. Thank you for this.
just wanted to quickly say that i've been spreading this like wildfire, and this is exactly what i've listened to each time i was feeling suicidal. this is amazing.
I am in tears.
Heartbreaking, beautiful, and absolutely necessary.
Wow. Shivers rode a slow express down my spine. Bravo.
Listening to this poem in recovery post-suicide attempt(s) is something else. No one tells you how awful it feels to know you hurt the people around you in your own pain. No one tells you how to forgive yourself for the guilt of what you did. There’s a lot to be said about de stigmatizing suicide and getting help, but on the other side of that help is a gaping chasm of guilt you must learn to forgive yourself for if you ever really want to get better.
God this made me cry so hard because it reminds me of my friend. She's still here but I get worried everytime when she takes more than a week to respond because she lives far away and the only way I know how she is are her responses and is she ever really did it I wouldn't have anyone to tell me. The responses would just stop and that's why I get fucking scared everytime she doesn't respond for a longer time. I know she just needs her time and maybe just doesn't have the energy to respond and I want her to take as much time as she needs but I can't help but get worried after a while...
The first poem to ever make me cry ..
Every few weeks for the past six years this poem circles in my mind, and it's a beautiful beautiful reminder that there is so much more for us here ❤️....AND HOW AMAZINGLY does that fit in now with Rihannas new music 😭😭😭😂😂😍😍😍
I love this poem so much ... Keep coming back here
I imagine this poem is written for me, I imagine I am the friend, so I have more reasons to live.
i have attempted so many times and i regret all of them to this day. i dont cry but this makes me. making me glad i failed and can hear my sister laugh and roll my eyes at my mom complaining about her new coworker, that i can scream with my dad at the tv at 2am because a character did something stupid on our favourite show. that i could watch my brother graduate and watch the other turn into the adult he was always ment to be. that i can hold my mangos hand well he crys and try and fail to direct my kokum to my brothers first job.
I listen to this every single day
i come and listen to this more than once a day. it’ll be seven months in two days. they asked if they could call me the day before, i wasn’t available. it was my last chance. now, i always have time. i always pick up the phone. i can’t lose that chance again.
“so the answer to your question is yes, if you’re ever really going to kill yourself, yes. please, call me.”
i wish i couldve showed them this poem before, maybe i could’ve changed their mind.