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.
Koulouri
Poem Published
Today 2:10am
Today 2:10am
As it all falls down
I am sorry that you are here
with me
in this moment.
I know you'd rather be with
anyone
else.
And I am sad.
And you are there.
And we are stuck here.
This is an elevator that is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and
I am here with you.
I wouldn't want to be with
anyone
else.
And I feel your hand.
And your touch is soft.
And we are here together.
This is...
with me
in this moment.
I know you'd rather be with
anyone
else.
And I am sad.
And you are there.
And we are stuck here.
This is an elevator that is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and it is falling
and
I am here with you.
I wouldn't want to be with
anyone
else.
And I feel your hand.
And your touch is soft.
And we are here together.
This is...
#depression
#healing
#learning
#MentalHealth
#relationships
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RevolutionAL
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:47pm
Yesterday 5:47pm
In Rest
A picture of her smiling face
and the hook,
caught my eye
Stopped my scroll
The post concluded with
a cause of death...
Wasn't the cancer,
-A broken heart
filled the casket
And Fuck!
I've lived with this one
for 30 years,
-no mercy
offered
Some luck
goes unrealised
Now, she'll never know.
and the hook,
caught my eye
Stopped my scroll
The post concluded with
a cause of death...
Wasn't the cancer,
-A broken heart
filled the casket
And Fuck!
I've lived with this one
for 30 years,
-no mercy
offered
Some luck
goes unrealised
Now, she'll never know.
#death
#depression
#heartbroken
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3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 4:55pm
17th Nov 2024 4:55pm
Gentle Thunderstorms Within
There is a soothing storm within.
Gently, thunder booms from my heart.
Gentle heartbeats make emotional waves
and I cannot stop my feelings for her.
There is a teary deluge within.
My tears, the wine of my loneliness,
which intoxicates me until I’m love-struck
and then I am inebriated with the red wine of love.
The cloudburst in the sky of my crimson eyes,
the drunkenness of being wanted,
the overwhelming desire to be loved,
as for the arctic reality, my heart thunders on.
Gently, thunder booms from my heart.
Gentle heartbeats make emotional waves
and I cannot stop my feelings for her.
There is a teary deluge within.
My tears, the wine of my loneliness,
which intoxicates me until I’m love-struck
and then I am inebriated with the red wine of love.
The cloudburst in the sky of my crimson eyes,
the drunkenness of being wanted,
the overwhelming desire to be loved,
as for the arctic reality, my heart thunders on.
#crush
#depression
#FallingInLove
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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4 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 1:21pm
17th Nov 2024 1:21pm
Just Hang On
I feel the pleasure
to replace the pain
and is it just a crutch
to survive?
It has been a tough go
this year,
this week
My spirit lost
in the thickness
of mounting issues
to deal with
and of course,
I want to escape
from it
this medicated heart
trying to pump enough
to pull through
the tension
to find value
in persevering
even if
if it is lonely as hell
I'm trying to see
that there is something more
beyond the quicksand
that is trying to pull me...
to replace the pain
and is it just a crutch
to survive?
It has been a tough go
this year,
this week
My spirit lost
in the thickness
of mounting issues
to deal with
and of course,
I want to escape
from it
this medicated heart
trying to pump enough
to pull through
the tension
to find value
in persevering
even if
if it is lonely as hell
I'm trying to see
that there is something more
beyond the quicksand
that is trying to pull me...
#depression
#hope
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
Goldy-992
David Gold
David Gold
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 8:44am
17th Nov 2024 8:44am
I Walk The Line
I walk the line between confidence and suicide, A delicate balance, a tightrope to abide.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
#depression
#suicide
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 4:57am
17th Nov 2024 4:57am
Candle in the dark
It's hard to see you
In such a withered state
Your brightness soared
Blinding our eyes
To the point of hurt
I'll gladly take your place
You were my one and only saving grace
We burned the night
And bathed in the ashes
In the morning sun's light
Now madness reigns
Dissolving lines between crazy and sane
I know you're still there
Lost in the wilderness
Wondering if anyone cares
But I'll always be here
Holding a candle to draw you near
I'll shade you...
In such a withered state
Your brightness soared
Blinding our eyes
To the point of hurt
I'll gladly take your place
You were my one and only saving grace
We burned the night
And bathed in the ashes
In the morning sun's light
Now madness reigns
Dissolving lines between crazy and sane
I know you're still there
Lost in the wilderness
Wondering if anyone cares
But I'll always be here
Holding a candle to draw you near
I'll shade you...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#sadness
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3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 00:49am
17th Nov 2024 00:49am
Teary Storm
With cloudburst in my eyes
and a downpour of tears,
teardrops drizzle down my face.
and a downpour of tears,
teardrops drizzle down my face.
#depression
#MentalHealth
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thinlane
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 11:01pm
16th Nov 2024 11:01pm
The Precipice
I've never been closer than this before
So don't push me
Oh please don't push
And I've never seen my own mortality so up close
So don't make the mistake of not believing
A little push is all it would take
So don't push me
Oh please God don't
There's nothing but silence
On the line
I can't even speak
I can't even cry out for help
So don't push me over the edge
There's got to be a way
To make it all clear
In my head
I need a goddamned reset
I can't push back
From the precipice
So don't push me
Oh please don't push
And I've never seen my own mortality so up close
So don't make the mistake of not believing
A little push is all it would take
So don't push me
Oh please God don't
There's nothing but silence
On the line
I can't even speak
I can't even cry out for help
So don't push me over the edge
There's got to be a way
To make it all clear
In my head
I need a goddamned reset
I can't push back
From the precipice
#anxiety
#depression
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DallasNichols
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 8:29pm
16th Nov 2024 8:29pm
Mental Illness
#confessional
#dark
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:28pm
16th Nov 2024 3:28pm
If Suicide Had Eyes
If suicide had eyes,
it would possess a paralyzing stare.
If suicide had a face,
it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.
If suicide had hands,
it would would lay its cold claws on me.
If suicide had a tongue,
it would lash the air with hallucinations.
If suicide had any promises,
they would all be empty as the air around me.
it would possess a paralyzing stare.
If suicide had a face,
it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.
If suicide had hands,
it would would lay its cold claws on me.
If suicide had a tongue,
it would lash the air with hallucinations.
If suicide had any promises,
they would all be empty as the air around me.
#depression
#MentalHealth
#suicide
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:12pm
16th Nov 2024 3:12pm
Off My Medication
So this is what the end looks like.
This is what suicide lurking behind you feels like.
I will no longer sugar coat a damn thing!
Death’s tapping it’s pointed fingernails on my back,
asking if I am ready to crossover into peace.
I can’t go on in the imaginary world
when the real world holds so much beauty.
I can’t be laid into the dark of a casket yet
when the sun of hope blankets my beaten soul.
A soul that’s encased by this body
feels withering and beaten by judgments.
I don’t want to live anymore BUT…
deep down I don’t...
This is what suicide lurking behind you feels like.
I will no longer sugar coat a damn thing!
Death’s tapping it’s pointed fingernails on my back,
asking if I am ready to crossover into peace.
I can’t go on in the imaginary world
when the real world holds so much beauty.
I can’t be laid into the dark of a casket yet
when the sun of hope blankets my beaten soul.
A soul that’s encased by this body
feels withering and beaten by judgments.
I don’t want to live anymore BUT…
deep down I don’t...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#suicide
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped 14th Nov 2024 1:48pm
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
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