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.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Today 00:02am
Today 00:02am
I'm alive
Take this loneliness
and fuck it all the way to hell
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I forgot what it was to feel
I forgot what it was see
today morning hits
like a lover's caress
taking me to the edge of wonder
I'm alive
for just a little while
I'm alive
until the storm clouds in my head
bloom into the light of everything
and it feels like I'm dying again
But I'm not dead
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
And I want to hold onto that wonder
that somehow...
and fuck it all the way to hell
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I forgot what it was to feel
I forgot what it was see
today morning hits
like a lover's caress
taking me to the edge of wonder
I'm alive
for just a little while
I'm alive
until the storm clouds in my head
bloom into the light of everything
and it feels like I'm dying again
But I'm not dead
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
And I want to hold onto that wonder
that somehow...
#depression
#hope
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
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2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:20pm
Yesterday 1:20pm
Passing By
I crawl into bed with my madness, Screaming in agony, pleading to the skies, "Speak to God— Beg him to halt my trials, To ease this weight I carry in the dark."
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for for love...
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for for love...
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
31 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
Heaven Can Wait
Heaven can wait…
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#MentalHealth
#surreal
48 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
Writing As My Armor
Unsighted eyes these are!
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#surreal
37 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
Banshee
Distracted by the mirror
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#mythology
#spiritual
55 reads
4 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 4:34pm
30th Jan 2025 4:34pm
Ravager
I’ve now become
invisible
to women I desire.
I’m easily ignored.
and overlooked.
And if
within an accidental moment
I am seen by chance,
I’m easily discounted
as a man
not worth a second glance.
Age the ravager
age the savager
has striped my flesh
of any comeliness
or kindling fire.
invisible
to women I desire.
I’m easily ignored.
and overlooked.
And if
within an accidental moment
I am seen by chance,
I’m easily discounted
as a man
not worth a second glance.
Age the ravager
age the savager
has striped my flesh
of any comeliness
or kindling fire.
#depression
60 reads
18 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
69 reads
4 Comments
BigBlackCherry
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 7:41am
29th Jan 2025 7:41am
Loser
I am a loser
i know it, now
i want to quit before starting
Don't follow me
I am on a lonely road
in the middle of a cold desert
the sun is setting
painting the mountains red
I will walk into the darkness
and be one with the sand,
the grey sand
the shade i never liked
i know it, now
i want to quit before starting
Don't follow me
I am on a lonely road
in the middle of a cold desert
the sun is setting
painting the mountains red
I will walk into the darkness
and be one with the sand,
the grey sand
the shade i never liked
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#depression
#sadness
42 reads
0 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 00:03am
29th Jan 2025 00:03am
Seaside
I’ve found myself lately
Walking along the washed
And rewashed shore,
Where early morning bandits
Slip in and steal up
Unbroken shells
For the crooks at souvenir shops
To resell to a quaint family
From the Illinois farmland
Breathing in
Tobacco smoke;
I know it’s not
What’s gonna get me.
Been running through
A thousand unspent conversations,
Trying to rewrite
All my wrongs,
Wishing we still had a chance
To gaze in to
One another’s
Weary eyes
As our paths thin,
Dwindling down ...
Walking along the washed
And rewashed shore,
Where early morning bandits
Slip in and steal up
Unbroken shells
For the crooks at souvenir shops
To resell to a quaint family
From the Illinois farmland
Breathing in
Tobacco smoke;
I know it’s not
What’s gonna get me.
Been running through
A thousand unspent conversations,
Trying to rewrite
All my wrongs,
Wishing we still had a chance
To gaze in to
One another’s
Weary eyes
As our paths thin,
Dwindling down ...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
34 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 4:27am
28th Jan 2025 4:27am
this darkness
You tell me there's light to be seen
if I just step outside
but I must be blind
under the storm cloud in my head
that takes everything beautiful
and leaves me hollow
You tell me the sunshine's waiting
but I can't bear the world outside
where people talk and smile
and live their lives in colour
cause if I go outside
I'll have to pretend I'm not a ghost
if I was any more empty
I'd be as invisible as the pain inside
It's dark in here
can't you see it's dark in here
(it's so fucking dark in here)...
if I just step outside
but I must be blind
under the storm cloud in my head
that takes everything beautiful
and leaves me hollow
You tell me the sunshine's waiting
but I can't bear the world outside
where people talk and smile
and live their lives in colour
cause if I go outside
I'll have to pretend I'm not a ghost
if I was any more empty
I'd be as invisible as the pain inside
It's dark in here
can't you see it's dark in here
(it's so fucking dark in here)...
#depression
#despair
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
97 reads
2 Comments
Gorotika
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:59pm
27th Jan 2025 11:59pm
insect enclosure
Maggots nestled beneath my bed, swarming over blood stained tissues.
Oh what a sight.
Flies buzzing in the corner of my room, happily feasting on the bowls filled with retch.
Oh what a scene
Watch your step, theres spiders on the floor.
Fragments of my mind scattered all around my room.
Watch your step, theres glass on the floor.
Locked up inside, there is no way out.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No mouth for the cave
No future, no hope
Oh so deep
Oh what a sight.
Flies buzzing in the corner of my room, happily feasting on the bowls filled with retch.
Oh what a scene
Watch your step, theres spiders on the floor.
Fragments of my mind scattered all around my room.
Watch your step, theres glass on the floor.
Locked up inside, there is no way out.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No mouth for the cave
No future, no hope
Oh so deep
#dark
#depression
#despair
#EatingDisorder
#SelfHarm
47 reads
2 Comments
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