Songs about suicide

[Deleted member 23774]

 

[CoalmineCanary]

 

[deadspace]

 

[Nuggest]

 

[Throwmyselfaway]

 

[tea on clouds]

The boy who made this song killed himself

 

[Symbiote]

 

[Sherri]

 

[MindFog]

 

[Symbiote]

 

[MrBlue]

 

[Mr. Bill]

 

[WornOutLife]

There's a great spanish song call "Ghost" ("Fantasma" by Arbol) which talks about suicide and I love it so much that I've translated the lyrics for you:

ENGLISH:

I'm flying out of the window
And so many days are left behind
I'm not hurt by the things
That yesterday disturbed me
They're like closed boxes so that no one sees them
They're words I couldn't say
But I don't care because nothing is touching me anymore
And there's nothing, I live inside of myself
I'm floating in the air since this afternoon
When my head exploded
Now the floor is clouds
And I peep at you from the place I am in
And I see
And I fly
And I cry
Just a little
The town is full of lights and the night turns into a day
as bright as a Christmas tree
And I'm high, very high and the lights of cars
stopped from time to time and start driving again
And I see people running
Like an endless choreography
And I'm flying like a plane
That "fugazzeta" smell that mom is cooking
And I remember that day in which you said
If you could be a bird, what would you do?
Now that I'm floating and I can't feel what I touch
And people can't see me pass by
I'm gonna take a chance to go look for you
And tell how things here are
Some morning, Yolanda grandma comes around
And we go together for a ride
And Pocha's husband says hi
who I can't beat at chess
And give a chance to the boya round the cornes
who visited you in the afternoon
I'm still waiting for you because no one is putting pressure on me
And some day, everybody ends up here.
And I see
And I fly
And I cry
Only a little

SPANISH:

Salgo volando por la ventana
Y tantos días quedan atrás
Ya no me duelen todas las cosas
Que ayer me podían molestar
Son cajones que se cierran para que nadie los vea
Son palabras que no pude decir
Pero ya no me importa porque nada me toca
Y no hay nada vivo dentro de mí
Floto en el aire desde esta tarde
Cuando mi cabeza explotó
Ahora el piso es de nubes
Y me asomo cada tanto a espiarte desde donde estoy
Y veo
Y vuelo
Y lloro
Solo un poco
El barrio se ilumina y la noche se hace día
Brilla como un árbol de navidad
Y estoy alto, muy alto, y las luces de los autos
Que se frenan cada tanto y vuelven a arrancar
Y veo a la gente corriendo
Como una coreografía sin fin
Y vuelo como en una avioneta
El olor de fugazzeta que cocina mamá
Y me acuerdo de aquel día en que decías
Si pudieras ser un pájaro, ¿qué harías?
Ahora que floto y no siento lo que toco
Y la gente no me ve pasar
Voy a aprovechar para ir a buscarte
Y contarte cómo es todo por acá
Algunas mañanas pasa mi abuela Yolanda
Y nos vamos juntos a pasear
Y te manda un saludo el marido de Pocha
Que me juega al ajedrez y no le puedo ganar
Y dale para adelante con el pibe de a la vuelta
Que a la tarde te pasó a visitar
Yo te sigo esperando porque nada me apura
Y algún día todos vienen para acá
Y veo
Y vuelo
Y lloro
Solo un poco

Here's the song so that you can listen to it:

 

[mirko]

The boy who made this song killed himself

Thanks for making me discover this gem!

 

[Wakawaka]

if anyone is into anime, i also listen to sayonara universe by the pillows

 

[SweetTangerine]

i used to listen to this one all the time

 

[MYTHoLogic]