Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
Day and night
Day and Night
The glowering morning arrives,
as the sun eats holes in my curtain.
I make a cave of pillows,
to no avail.
Light, my unwelcome visitor,
dances on my eyelids.
I turn my head seeking darkness,
but the sun is more stubborn than me.
Finally, I surrender to the inevitable.
Though the house is cold,
the shower's warm water cascades over me.
I hang my head under the clement stream.
I greet the day with a subversive smile,
determined to get even.
But a hundred things call...
The glowering morning arrives,
as the sun eats holes in my curtain.
I make a cave of pillows,
to no avail.
Light, my unwelcome visitor,
dances on my eyelids.
I turn my head seeking darkness,
but the sun is more stubborn than me.
Finally, I surrender to the inevitable.
Though the house is cold,
the shower's warm water cascades over me.
I hang my head under the clement stream.
I greet the day with a subversive smile,
determined to get even.
But a hundred things call...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
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Given up
Suspended
between
heaven and hell.
Flying
I see
men and women
Forever
scrambling to
live and die.
Never
looking
up nor down.
Never
touching
sky nor star.
Never
feeling
pleasure nor pain.
Worshiping
idols of
dreams and sand.
Living in
worlds of
misery that maims.
Where should
I go next?
To the azures
that beckons me up?
Or the abyss
That is pulling me down?
Suspended ...
between
heaven and hell.
Flying
I see
men and women
Forever
scrambling to
live and die.
Never
looking
up nor down.
Never
touching
sky nor star.
Never
feeling
pleasure nor pain.
Worshiping
idols of
dreams and sand.
Living in
worlds of
misery that maims.
Where should
I go next?
To the azures
that beckons me up?
Or the abyss
That is pulling me down?
Suspended ...
#love
#dark
#depression
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I'll Be Brief.
I'll kiss my suicide note goodbye,
thick red lipstick stains;
"I no longer wish to live this life,
with love, yours truly".
Spritz the paper with my favorite cologne
and I'll have effectively left a replacement
to fill the chasm that should have been occupied
by a better child, better sibling, better worker, better lover, better person.
I'll take the page from the prettiest notebook I have,
rewrite it again and again until the letters look nice enough
to be the last thing you remember of me.
I will make art ...
thick red lipstick stains;
"I no longer wish to live this life,
with love, yours truly".
Spritz the paper with my favorite cologne
and I'll have effectively left a replacement
to fill the chasm that should have been occupied
by a better child, better sibling, better worker, better lover, better person.
I'll take the page from the prettiest notebook I have,
rewrite it again and again until the letters look nice enough
to be the last thing you remember of me.
I will make art ...
#depression
#suicide
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Running
And Im still running after all these years
Legs ready to buckle, eyes full of tears
I have no destination, yet I keep up the pace
No finish line to speak of, not trying to win a race
Its fear that drives me to keep pressing ahead
Couldn't defeat my pursuer so instead I fled
A game of cat and mouse that I forever play
Its got my scent and tracks me like a hunter does its prey
Just out of sight but close enough that I'm aware
One misstep and it will trap me in its snare
Can I keep on going or should I turn and...
Legs ready to buckle, eyes full of tears
I have no destination, yet I keep up the pace
No finish line to speak of, not trying to win a race
Its fear that drives me to keep pressing ahead
Couldn't defeat my pursuer so instead I fled
A game of cat and mouse that I forever play
Its got my scent and tracks me like a hunter does its prey
Just out of sight but close enough that I'm aware
One misstep and it will trap me in its snare
Can I keep on going or should I turn and...
#anxiety
#depression
#despair #fear
#despair #fear
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Despair
I have a friend that never goes away
No matter what I say
He lingers there
From the shadows to the fray
He never goes away
No matter what I say
He lingers there
From the shadows to the fray
He never goes away
#dark
#depression
#emptiness #sadness
#emptiness #sadness
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Tuesdays
My pulse is a ticking clock
Like the one that used to be on your wall
Before it stopped
In my head it never ends
We’re still at that stop sign
We used to sit at to kill the time
A decade gone in a minute
I never get over anything
I want to fall back in it
Give me back the backroads
I want to feel like I’m going home
Take me to the stage again
So I can feel it in my bones
Please just let me go
I’m tired of your ghost
I’ve kept your books
Did you know this would happen
Did you...
Like the one that used to be on your wall
Before it stopped
In my head it never ends
We’re still at that stop sign
We used to sit at to kill the time
A decade gone in a minute
I never get over anything
I want to fall back in it
Give me back the backroads
I want to feel like I’m going home
Take me to the stage again
So I can feel it in my bones
Please just let me go
I’m tired of your ghost
I’ve kept your books
Did you know this would happen
Did you...
#death
#depression
#family
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The Lady Blue (The Best Shot)
#death
#depression
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Eye to Eye
Looking for someone to vent myself to
and if we share a similarity;
some tragedy that we have both gone through.
Perhaps we could just shed some clarity
on how the prior trauma fucked us up.
Numbing my brain by self-medicating.
I am three drinks in; please refill my cup.
Angry all the time, it is frustrating.
Even though this is bottled up inside
pieces of me break away and they get lost.
This is me, I no longer want to hide.
Years in depression paid at high cost.
Perhaps having someone who can relate.
can help us unburden some...
and if we share a similarity;
some tragedy that we have both gone through.
Perhaps we could just shed some clarity
on how the prior trauma fucked us up.
Numbing my brain by self-medicating.
I am three drinks in; please refill my cup.
Angry all the time, it is frustrating.
Even though this is bottled up inside
pieces of me break away and they get lost.
This is me, I no longer want to hide.
Years in depression paid at high cost.
Perhaps having someone who can relate.
can help us unburden some...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#sonnet
#depression #LifeStruggles
#depression #LifeStruggles
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It Never Leaves This House
You said “everybody’s killing me”
So I don’t know how to tell you
I don’t want to be alive
It would make you more stressed
You might die
You already haven’t moved all day
The rocking chair will be your last resting place
A heart attack in the living room
I’m sorry I’ll be the one who kills you
Or maybe when you found out
It would be too much
And you’d just leave
Never come back
Like you always said you would
Forget it
I’m sorry
I’ll never want anything else
I’ll never ask for...
So I don’t know how to tell you
I don’t want to be alive
It would make you more stressed
You might die
You already haven’t moved all day
The rocking chair will be your last resting place
A heart attack in the living room
I’m sorry I’ll be the one who kills you
Or maybe when you found out
It would be too much
And you’d just leave
Never come back
Like you always said you would
Forget it
I’m sorry
I’ll never want anything else
I’ll never ask for...
#depression
#family
#mother
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Self-Neglect
It’s one of those days
I lack the motivation
To even get off of the couch
We have company over
Yet I’m huddled under a blanket
With my hood up and antisocial
Granted it’s still early
But now they’re waking up too
My feet are poking out from the blanket
And this makes me insecure
But my wife tucks the blanket
Back over my feet
Because she knows
She’s trying to let me know
That I should get up
And be more presentable
But I can’t muster the will
To take care of myself today
...
I lack the motivation
To even get off of the couch
We have company over
Yet I’m huddled under a blanket
With my hood up and antisocial
Granted it’s still early
But now they’re waking up too
My feet are poking out from the blanket
And this makes me insecure
But my wife tucks the blanket
Back over my feet
Because she knows
She’s trying to let me know
That I should get up
And be more presentable
But I can’t muster the will
To take care of myself today
...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Dark Airwaves
questioning motives
behind hushed whispers
already alert wondering
if i'm prepared
lingering fragility breeds
more uncertainty within
obscure nessaging creating
envitable unsafe pressures
deluge of shadows
mutterings that won't stop
still figuring out reality
wether i exist or not
miniscule truths overshadowed
lost inside static
white noise playlist
only frequency heard
aii other frequences muted
giving blinkered veiw
apathy broadcasting tunes
drepression two step...
behind hushed whispers
already alert wondering
if i'm prepared
lingering fragility breeds
more uncertainty within
obscure nessaging creating
envitable unsafe pressures
deluge of shadows
mutterings that won't stop
still figuring out reality
wether i exist or not
miniscule truths overshadowed
lost inside static
white noise playlist
only frequency heard
aii other frequences muted
giving blinkered veiw
apathy broadcasting tunes
drepression two step...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Hindsight (1-liner)
In hindsight, it all makes sense. The gun in his drawer was not for defense.
#dark
#death
#depression
#rhyming
#suicide
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