Poems About Depression Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about depression seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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Heaven paved with my pains
.. this shitty life is nothing
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#mirror
#silence
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Pop.
Jealously coils like snakes around my head,
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression #fear
#depression #fear
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Gone
Gone into the distant thoughts of others
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
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Ghostly Hallucinations
Turning black all around me,
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
#bipolar
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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Topical Pain Forest
The forest breathes with a sinister sigh.
Branches grasp like hands from the sky.
Lost souls wander, forever to vie,
for fragments of truths in shadows that lie.
In hell's embrace where hopes slowly die.
Through the underbrush a path of pain,
tears of the damned fall like bitter rain,
visions of pasts that darkened remain.
Lost meanings echo in a mournful refrain,
a symphony of sorrow, eternal disdain.
In the heart of darkness an abyss profound
where lost meanings whisper without a sound.
Sins and regrets in...
Branches grasp like hands from the sky.
Lost souls wander, forever to vie,
for fragments of truths in shadows that lie.
In hell's embrace where hopes slowly die.
Through the underbrush a path of pain,
tears of the damned fall like bitter rain,
visions of pasts that darkened remain.
Lost meanings echo in a mournful refrain,
a symphony of sorrow, eternal disdain.
In the heart of darkness an abyss profound
where lost meanings whisper without a sound.
Sins and regrets in...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#fear
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dear death
Take me home, I beg of thee.
Take my hand, and set me free.
Dear death, please hear my plea
Release me from this misery.
Take my hand, and set me free.
Dear death, please hear my plea
Release me from this misery.
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#FeelingLost
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I'm going through
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ FOR what I want to talk about what makes some folks think, which makes no sense when some people's think what your going through in your own life. Really isn't what you're going through 🤔 yet to tell you that you are not going through what you say what you have in your own life. 😧 Let me remind you that you ain't me and I'm not you, 😔 going through the process of the stages that I have to face on a daily basis of life. For you tell me that you don't believe that I have cancer but yet I do, from prostate...
#addiction
#bipolar
#cancer
#depression
#MentalHealth
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Why Does She Stay With Me?
Possessing a diagnosis that makes you feel like you’re living on the dark side of the moon. Psychosis! Why does she stay with me?
Possessing this thunder in your heart with the hope that one day you’ll wake up and it’ll just be a bad dream. No! It’s permanent, so, I beg the question again, why does she stay with me?
I look at her with love. Love of something so much better than me. She sees me, yet, not the disorder which plagues me. Why, why does she stay with me?
She looks at me with love. Love of something she holds so dear. And I see her, yet, notice nothing...
Possessing this thunder in your heart with the hope that one day you’ll wake up and it’ll just be a bad dream. No! It’s permanent, so, I beg the question again, why does she stay with me?
I look at her with love. Love of something so much better than me. She sees me, yet, not the disorder which plagues me. Why, why does she stay with me?
She looks at me with love. Love of something she holds so dear. And I see her, yet, notice nothing...
#depression
#love
#MentalHealth
#relationships
#sadness
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Step into someone else's shoes
It's true that through this life we all may someday, have to go through somethings, that happens unexpected in your own life. 🤔 That will you have you feeling like your back is up against the wall. 🧱 For it's life that will throw you a curve ball, and leaving behind the devastation of things to come, into our lives. For no matter what the situation will be whether it concerns, your health or your well being with the insanity of not knowing why is the happening to me. 😔 For it might be your fault for it can be hereditary like cancer, or some type of mental disorders...
#addiction
#bipolar
#cancer
#depression
#MentalHealth
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Phallus Aforethought
Am I the only one who thinks it odd
that in all the annals of creation
there was once some strange craftsmanship from god
of darts incarnate by blood elation
and that love depends on circulation
of cocktail ingredients from parts...
in... genitourinary station...
subservient to all pulse pounding hearts
ever to find themselves a slave to love
and by such a bond seek the pleasure
thricely as thrilling as some god above
all of the other loves that we treasure...
and thus the links twixt love and...
that in all the annals of creation
there was once some strange craftsmanship from god
of darts incarnate by blood elation
and that love depends on circulation
of cocktail ingredients from parts...
in... genitourinary station...
subservient to all pulse pounding hearts
ever to find themselves a slave to love
and by such a bond seek the pleasure
thricely as thrilling as some god above
all of the other loves that we treasure...
and thus the links twixt love and...
#cancer
#depression
#disability
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Aftershokk
"Aftershokk"
I stand on the edge of bridges burnt
I'm choking on the lessons I've learnt
Will karma really bite me in the ass?
I'm trapped in sands of an hourglass
I watch my life through the filthy pain
Every bit of my love will slowly drain
Atrocity rushes in my soul to rupture
What will cease my lifetime of torture?
All I really need is a hollow point bullet
I'll muster up the courage & just pull it!
Will I feel my brains paint these walls?
Or sense the gravity as my body falls?
Because...
I stand on the edge of bridges burnt
I'm choking on the lessons I've learnt
Will karma really bite me in the ass?
I'm trapped in sands of an hourglass
I watch my life through the filthy pain
Every bit of my love will slowly drain
Atrocity rushes in my soul to rupture
What will cease my lifetime of torture?
All I really need is a hollow point bullet
I'll muster up the courage & just pull it!
Will I feel my brains paint these walls?
Or sense the gravity as my body falls?
Because...
#death
#depression
#despair
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Everything is just the same
Time flies by, so rather quick
Everyday repeats itself, week after week
Relentless agony, when nothing awaits
Maybe one day life will smile at you
Stuck in the middle without progression
Only you can guide yourself out of there
You can create another world, all in your mind
In solitude you will find
in your head everything is better than you'll ever be
Life is seldom fair
It leads you to despair
After every uphill
You will descend
You can hide from your fears
to avoid all the pain
but never get to...
Everyday repeats itself, week after week
Relentless agony, when nothing awaits
Maybe one day life will smile at you
Stuck in the middle without progression
Only you can guide yourself out of there
You can create another world, all in your mind
In solitude you will find
in your head everything is better than you'll ever be
Life is seldom fair
It leads you to despair
After every uphill
You will descend
You can hide from your fears
to avoid all the pain
but never get to...
#depression
#grief
#hurt
#loneliness
#sadness
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DU Poetry : Poems About Depression Seeking Honest Critique