What's your favourite quote / song lyric related to suicide?

[Coal54321]

Or not necessarily related to suicide but which could possibly be interpreted in being so, or being related to death in general etc?

Here are a few of mine:

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1.

"One day, you catch a glimpse of someone in the mirror, and there you are
Eyes like stubbornness and struggle
Like the brick buildings in abandoned factory towns that refuse to fall completely
You look at all the scars - the history etched into your arms - like a road map of where you used to be
Versus the endless possibilities of where you are and where you can go now
And the smoke tendrils, once midnight black and swirling above your head, break away, leaving nothing in your view except the sky
And it is so perfect
And it is so clear"

This one is from "Like Blood From A Stone" by Old Gray and I believe is meant to be referring to getting better and moving on from being mentally ill. But I like to view it as having fought through so much until you realise what you have become, and finally having an epiphany that it's time to commit suicide, and you're okay with it. Maybe even that you have committed suicide and your "soul" is escaping your body into heaven. When I interpret it like that I relate to it so much. I feel like I always look tired and scruffy and unhappy when I see my reflection when I'm having an especially bad day. I hope to one day be able to accept that to escape all of the pain I have to commit suicide.

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2.

"My blinding distraction
Gone in seconds for hours of your wasted moments
I dug a grave for my purpose
Tuned in to a bright future, sat front row as it crumbled and fell
Tie me up nice so I don't have to feel this
Relief flowing through my veins, I traded my soul for a rush, my fix, and now I hurt without even with
Always chasing, always hating, ever loving, never enough
My subconscious effort not to succeed
Where did my refuge go? You used to hold me, now we embrace and you turn your back"

This is also by Old Gray called "Teach Me How To Self Destruct" which is about drug abuse. While I have never struggled with drug addiction, this is written as if it were to a person. As someone who wants to die over severe heartbreak, I think the lyrics are still very meaningful to me. I was essentially addicted to and obsessed with this person to the point where they became my entire life. Everything feels meaningless without them. It feels like they left me in an instant when I made my final mistake and our entire past is now a blur. I had a future until we split up and they left me broken because their presence kept me alive and kept me WANTING to try and WANTING to succeed so we could live happily together.

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3.

"The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury, not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom."

This is a random quote from Captain Price in MW2. It's not about mental health or suicide at all, but when I interpret it as such I find it very relatable if you think of it as accepting that you are mentally ill but that - once you have the means to do so - you can escape the suffering whenever you want to.

 

[simonttt]

I recently read a book "Suicide" by Edouard Levé.
The author killed himself at the publishing and i want to share a few auto translated quotes.

(The narrator talks to himself)

"You will always be right, since you no longer speak. [...] You have the truths, we have the mistakes."

"The joys you experienced were graces. You could understand the causes, but not reproduce them."

"Explain your suicide? No one dared. You didn't fear death. You anticipated it, but without really desiring it: how can you desire what you don't know? You didn't deny life, but affirmed your taste for the unknown by betting that if something existed on the other side, it would be better than here."

"Your life was less sad than your suicide might suggest."

I just like how that's very straight to the point yet complex in the same time. The book is full of those little sentences

 

[I_go_in]

Skin by bladee. Probably that whole album. Others I can't think of now I'm sure.

 

[cloudyskye]

Fade to black Metallica...' I have lost the will to live, simply nothing more to give there is nothing more for me need the end to set me free...'
One Metallica...' I cannot live I cannot die trapped in myself....'

 

[Fall_Apart]

"it doesn't matter if we all die "
"In a high building there is so much to do"
"Creeping up the stairs in the dark"
"Waiting for the death blow"

from The Cure "One hundred years"

 

[TragedyBornCrimson]

Rick and Morty Chaos, chaos - do you feel it , it was the song that played while Rick was attempting suicide

 

[L'absent]

Give me a razor blade and I'll cut your wrists (Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop) I'll hurt you less than a kidney transplant (Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop)



Look at me, I take all life as it is I'm not done with it but I'll cross my fingers and have a coffee I kill time by practicing self-meditation and singing a little In my head "Uh uh, uh uh uh uh, uh uh..." And I recover by cleaning up my living room From the terrible memory that remains of you

 

[SadBishop]

"A spark is aching for the light
Return, return, return tonight
All my friends, all my friends
All my friends are keeping time
Oh, all my friends have just quit trying
All my friends, all my friends are
Funeral singers, funeral singers, funeral singers
Wailing
Wailing"

Funeral Singers by Sylvan Esso

 

[castlebravo]

Mercy Seat by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Not about suicide but it's about capital punishment and death.

Like the moth that tries to enter the bright eye.
So I go shuffling out of life just to hide in death a while.

 

[Broken247]

You were under the impression
That when you were walking forwards
You'd end up further onward
But things ain't quite that simple
You got altered information
You were told to not take chances
You missed out on new dances
Now you're losing all your dimples
My jacket's gonna be cut and slim and checked
Maybe a touch of seersucker, with an open neck
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat
I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet
Love reign o'er me
Reign o'er me
Love reign o'er me
Love
I've had enough of living
I've had enough of dying
I've had enough of smiling
I've had enough of crying
I've taken all the high roads
I've squandered and I've saved
I've had enough of childhood
I've had enough of graves
I've had enough of living
I've had enough of dying
I've had enough of smiling
I've had enough of crying
I've taken all the high roads
I've squandered and I've saved
I've had enough of childhood
I've had enough of graves
Get a job and fight to keep it
Strike out to reach a mountain
Be so nice on the outside
But inside keep ambition
Don't cry because you hunt them
Hurt them first they'll love you
There's a millionaire above you
And you're under his suspicion
My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked
Maybe a touch of seersucker, with an open neck
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat
I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet
Love reign o'er me
Reign o'er me
Love reign o'er me
Love
I've had enough of dance halls
I've had enough of pills
I've had enough of street fights
I've seen my share of kills
I'm finished with the fashions
And acting like I'm tough
I'm bored with hate and passion
I've had enough of trying to love

The Who, "I've Had Enough"

 

[AnderDethsky]

I don't need to dream anymore
Better to take and lose, for sure

No need to love, I'll simply say
Take them now and then let them stray.

I won't lie to you, it's clear,
I won't be waiting anymore here.

I'd better stop sleeping, let it be,
And start quietly dying, just me.

I tried to localize it as much as I could so that this chorus would sound just as beautiful.

Spoiler: Original chorus (in Russian)

Мне больше незачем мечтать
Их лучше взять и потерять
Их больше незачем любить
Их надо взять и отпустить
И я не буду тебе лгать
И я не буду больше ждать
Я лучше перестану спать
И буду тихо умирать

 

[Darkover]

Everybody tellin' me life's short, but I wanna die (I wanna die) Help me find a way

 

[MatrixPrisoner]

"Look at this photograph, everytime it really makes me laugh.."

That song makes me want to kill myself.

 

[lacustra]

Hysteria Siberiana​

I stretched out my hand and laid it on top of her fingers on the back of the sofa. I hadn't touched her body for so very long, not since the plane ride back from Ishikawa. As my fingers grazed hers, she looked up at me briefly, then down again.

"South of the border, west of the sun," she said.

"West of the sun?"

"Have you heard of the illness hysteria siberiana?"

"No."

"I read this somewhere a long time ago. Might have been in junior high. I can't for the life of me recall what book I read it in. Anyway, it affects farmers living in Siberia. Try to imagine this. You're a farmer, living all alone on the Siberian tundra. Day after day you plow your fields. As far as the eye can see, nothing. To the north, the horizon, to the east, the horizon, to the south, to the west, more of the same. Every morning, when the sun rises in the east, you go out to work in your fields. When it's directly overhead, you take a break for lunch. When it sinks in the west, you go home to sleep."

"Not exactly the lifestyle of an Aoyama bar owner."

"Hardly." She smiled and inclined her head ever so slightly. "Anyway, that cycle continues, year after year."

"But in Siberia they don't work in the fields in winter."

"They rest in the winter," she said. "In the winter they stay home and do indoor work. When spring comes, they head out to the fields again. You're that farmer. Imagine it."

"Okay," I said.

"And then one day, something inside you dies."

"What do you mean?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. Something. Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies. You toss your plow aside and, your head completely empty of thought, begin walking toward the west. Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun. Like someone possessed, you walk on, day after day, not eating or drinking, until you collapse on the ground and die. That's hysteria siberiana."

I tried to conjure up the picture of a Siberian farmer lying dead on the ground.

"But what is there, west of the sun?" I asked.

She again shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe nothing. Or maybe something. At any rate, it's different from south of the border."

When Nat King Cole began singing "Pretend," Shimamoto, as she had done so very long before, sang along in a small voice.

Pretend you're happy when you're blue
It isn't very hard to do

​

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

 

[sunnysidedown]

A poem, by Sylvia Plath. It was the last poem she wrote before she killed herself.

"Edge"

The woman is perfected.
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded

Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

 

[the_path_of_sorrows]

Crawling by Linkin Park. Oftentimes I listen to the live version with Chris Cornell and the fact that Chris sings "against my will I stand beside my own reflection, it's haunting" when going to hug Chester is just constantly giving goosebumps.

My friend is holding onto me, and I'm also holding onto her. We both know that if one of us dies by suicide, the other will follow shortly. This song is a reminder that we aren't alone in this, they also understood us. This is the sound of being in the eye of a powerful hurricane.

 

[SVEN]

"Suicide is easy; It brings on many changes."

 

[IJustWantToDie21]

Last resort reimagined - falling in reverse

"Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
This is my last resort"

 

[isolatedl111]

"I'll commit suicide and take you all down with me"

 

[ms_beaverhousen]

Susanna: [narrating] When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous.

--Girl, Interrupted (1999 movie)

 

[billie]

if you need me wanna see me you better hurry i'm leaving soon

 

[avoid_slow_death]

There's a lot of really good ones, but the one that haunts me the most is as follows:

"Look at it this way, in ten years time....who'll care? Who'll even remember?"

 

[unknown_xav]

I recently read a book "Suicide" by Edouard Levé.
The author killed himself at the publishing and i want to share a few auto translated quotes.

(The narrator talks to himself)

"You will always be right, since you no longer speak. [...] You have the truths, we have the mistakes."

"The joys you experienced were graces. You could understand the causes, but not reproduce them."

"Explain your suicide? No one dared. You didn't fear death. You anticipated it, but without really desiring it: how can you desire what you don't know? You didn't deny life, but affirmed your taste for the unknown by betting that if something existed on the other side, it would be better than here."

"Your life was less sad than your suicide might suggest."

I just like how that's very straight to the point yet complex in the same time. The book is full of those little sentences

"You are not among those who ended up sick and old, with withered ghostly bodies, resembling death before they've stopped living. Their demise is the fulfillment of their decrepitude. A ruin that dies: is this not deliverance, is it not the death of death? As for you, you departed in vitality.Young, lively, healthy. Your death was the death of life. Yet I like to think that you embodied the opposite: the life of death."

I really love this book too, I think you should also check out his other book: Autoportrait. It's also easily accessible, but it's more personal and direct, as he reflects on things about himself or his thoughts but in random, and unstructured manner. It's more personal, than how he uses a narration of a "friend" in Suicide. Although I think suicide is more of a note since he did ctb 10 days after giving Suicide to the editor for publication I think. Otherwise a hidden gem author who also reminds me of no longer human novel by Osamu Dazai.

 

[zaikais]

❝ You haven't been good for long
Is it the sound of your own thoughts
That always keeps you up at night?
Maybe it's time to say goodbye
'Cause I'm getting pretty fucking tired

You haven't felt right for days
Is it the fact you never say
What comes in your mind that day?
Maybe it's time to shut away
'Cause I've never really felt okay

'Cause I've been eating less all day
To give my brain some extra space to think
'Bout all the things to do to help
Distract me from the rude of heart ❞

 

[macabre.]

Sorry this is unrelated but I love old gray and sorority noise

 

[kermiwormi666]

Crawling by Linkin Park. Oftentimes I listen to the live version with Chris Cornell and the fact that Chris sings "against my will I stand beside my own reflection, it's haunting" when going to hug Chester is just constantly giving goosebumps.

My friend is holding onto me, and I'm also holding onto her. We both know that if one of us dies by suicide, the other will follow shortly. This song is a reminder that we aren't alone in this, they also understood us. This is the sound of being in the eye of a powerful hurricane.

linkin park's discography is essentially a drawn out suicide note from chester

if i could start again, a million miles away, i would keep myself. i would find a way.

 

[simonttt]

"You are not among those who ended up sick and old, with withered ghostly bodies, resembling death before they've stopped living. Their demise is the fulfillment of their decrepitude. A ruin that dies: is this not deliverance, is it not the death of death? As for you, you departed in vitality.Young, lively, healthy. Your death was the death of life. Yet I like to think that you embodied the opposite: the life of death."

I really love this book too, I think you should also check out his other book: Autoportrait. It's also easily accessible, but it's more personal and direct, as he reflects on things about himself or his thoughts but in random, and unstructured manner. It's more personal, than how he uses a narration of a "friend" in Suicide. Although I think suicide is more of a note since he did ctb 10 days after giving Suicide to the editor for publication I think. Otherwise a hidden gem author who also reminds me of no longer human novel by Osamu Dazai.

Yes I also read Autoportrait and it's really good too! I'm gonna look for his other books.

Thanks for the other recommandation

 

[VoidBlessed]

It's from the song Disfigured by Rag n Bone Man:

"There's no kiss goodbye, only the end, and only the night."

I take it to mean that you'll never have perfect closure, never tie up every loose end, and never truly be at peace when you ctb. You'll wait forever for the perfect moment to come by so you might as well just get it over with.

 

[-nobodyknows-]

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, I'll see ya tomorrow.

 

[Fakefriendhate_Maxx]

"Oh, when I'm lonely and when I come undone. Remember what you told me, 'Life is like a waterfall'" (Michael Schulte, Waterfall)