Poems About Depression Seeking Honest Critique
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Out of Control
I was young
I was angry
I was completely out of control
I had self-loathe and disgust for myself
I was miserable with the path I chose
Unhappiness lead me into depression
And depression into an even darker road
Where ending my life seemed like the only thing to do
But most of all I felt like any day I would simply implode
I lied
I cheated
I screamed
Then everything just went quiet
And when I woke up
I thought everything would be ok
So long as I was being compliant
Not once ...
I was angry
I was completely out of control
I had self-loathe and disgust for myself
I was miserable with the path I chose
Unhappiness lead me into depression
And depression into an even darker road
Where ending my life seemed like the only thing to do
But most of all I felt like any day I would simply implode
I lied
I cheated
I screamed
Then everything just went quiet
And when I woke up
I thought everything would be ok
So long as I was being compliant
Not once ...
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
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Depression
Depression is like a wave
Some days the waves crash so hard
It feels like I’m drowning
Or worse
As though I’m already dead
Can’t keep afloat
Ain’t got a boat
No life jacket can save me now
The saltwater fills my lungs
I’m choking, gasping for air
Yet I don’t even care
I don’t care if I sink and drown
I don’t care about anything
Life’s too unbearable
I don’t want to go on
I don’t want to hold on
Some days the waves crash so hard
It feels like I’m drowning
Or worse
As though I’m already dead
Can’t keep afloat
Ain’t got a boat
No life jacket can save me now
The saltwater fills my lungs
I’m choking, gasping for air
Yet I don’t even care
I don’t care if I sink and drown
I don’t care about anything
Life’s too unbearable
I don’t want to go on
I don’t want to hold on
#depression
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Secluded
in dimness, I murmur secrets
to the bedroom wall.
Isolated from outside’s hubbub,
I ponder the great mysteries.
I fold over a rich bedsheet,
and close my eyes,
think of spacetime,
and love poetry, and
the very top of pop songs,
as the world unwinds
beyond, as it always does.
Because here, between
these four excluding walls,
I can feel myself
a discoverer, and voyage
great seas of imagination.
Here, I have all
the company I could desire,
seething...
to the bedroom wall.
Isolated from outside’s hubbub,
I ponder the great mysteries.
I fold over a rich bedsheet,
and close my eyes,
think of spacetime,
and love poetry, and
the very top of pop songs,
as the world unwinds
beyond, as it always does.
Because here, between
these four excluding walls,
I can feel myself
a discoverer, and voyage
great seas of imagination.
Here, I have all
the company I could desire,
seething...
#anxiety
#depression
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
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The best place to cry
2/30 NaPo write
When the station wagon parks
with its tire tight on my chest
and the dragons that should be
asleep have all refused to rest.
If all the lonely syllables need to stay unsaid
when I can't form a feeling for your words,
then throw a blanket over questions in our bed,
this colour draws attention from the herd.
Then I will put my dishes in to soak
detergent helps me disperse my lies,
and choke beneath the fishes as they float,
as I'm washed up and left to drain then dry.
When the station wagon parks
with its tire tight on my chest
and the dragons that should be
asleep have all refused to rest.
If all the lonely syllables need to stay unsaid
when I can't form a feeling for your words,
then throw a blanket over questions in our bed,
this colour draws attention from the herd.
Then I will put my dishes in to soak
detergent helps me disperse my lies,
and choke beneath the fishes as they float,
as I'm washed up and left to drain then dry.
#anxiety
#depression
#apathy
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A Mind Unraveling
At first it was
A lot like peeling back
The layers of an onion
Unspoken confessions revealed
Can it be an actual confession
If it isn't spoken out loud in words?
I lived and learned one
By one the many contradictions
Of my life's steadfast addictions
Medication to ease the pain
Of the likes of OCD and MDD
I've come so far
In my life's journey
On this road that I've been
T r a v e l l I n g
Still some days I swear
It seems my mind 's again
U n r a v e l I n g
A lot like peeling back
The layers of an onion
Unspoken confessions revealed
Can it be an actual confession
If it isn't spoken out loud in words?
I lived and learned one
By one the many contradictions
Of my life's steadfast addictions
Medication to ease the pain
Of the likes of OCD and MDD
I've come so far
In my life's journey
On this road that I've been
T r a v e l l I n g
Still some days I swear
It seems my mind 's again
U n r a v e l I n g
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
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PORCH CHIMES THINKING (4-3-1990; North Park, San Diego, California)
i listen to the porch chimes clinking
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#disability
#cancer
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Flying through the Clouds
Eyes glaze while rectifying
Can't blaze up without crying
Dullness intensifying
Tight chest, no relief, sighing
Another day not dying
Frequent, I think of flying
Sixth floor garage, applying
Laws of gravity; writing
A period, blood, drying
Dozens of coppers prying
To find mid fingers skying
Though, I swore to surviving
Such a grind, dignifying
But what's more edifying...
I'll probably die trying
Can't blaze up without crying
Dullness intensifying
Tight chest, no relief, sighing
Another day not dying
Frequent, I think of flying
Sixth floor garage, applying
Laws of gravity; writing
A period, blood, drying
Dozens of coppers prying
To find mid fingers skying
Though, I swore to surviving
Such a grind, dignifying
But what's more edifying...
I'll probably die trying
#depression
#suicide
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Insanity
Teetering on the
edge of madness
edge of madness
#depression
#MentalHealth
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Other Than That, Missus Lincoln
I got to sleep
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #disability
#PTSD #disability
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Waking up in nowhere
Woke to a howling wind this morning
threw on a flannel and my work pants
out the front door up to the coffee shop
cold stings my fingers like a sliver into the quick
sit down at the big table full of grey and despair
talking about a world that passed us by
while we waited for it to bow
blame it on the ones we left in charge
then raged that they never wanted change
the dollar store sucks up our money like a vacuum
we attack the folks chasing the dream
Annette comes by refills my cup
i wonder to myself maybe we should do...
threw on a flannel and my work pants
out the front door up to the coffee shop
cold stings my fingers like a sliver into the quick
sit down at the big table full of grey and despair
talking about a world that passed us by
while we waited for it to bow
blame it on the ones we left in charge
then raged that they never wanted change
the dollar store sucks up our money like a vacuum
we attack the folks chasing the dream
Annette comes by refills my cup
i wonder to myself maybe we should do...
#depression
#grief
#apathy
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10 Comments
Vanta
Don't fear the dark,
for the dark fears all but itself.
Rather consume it,
and digest all its wealth.
The stronger you glint,
the more opaque silhouettes cast.
Burdens keep glee, pride and joy in the past.
I dont feel just anymore...
There are strangers at my door.
Faith kept winds from reaching shore.
Never felt less, I am evermore.
Please listen,
Discard the tissue on my wrists, and
feel free to glisten.
My scars are there but easily missed when
our minds succumb to eternal prison. ...
for the dark fears all but itself.
Rather consume it,
and digest all its wealth.
The stronger you glint,
the more opaque silhouettes cast.
Burdens keep glee, pride and joy in the past.
I dont feel just anymore...
There are strangers at my door.
Faith kept winds from reaching shore.
Never felt less, I am evermore.
Please listen,
Discard the tissue on my wrists, and
feel free to glisten.
My scars are there but easily missed when
our minds succumb to eternal prison. ...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark #death
#dark #death
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Go To Bed
sadness often prevails
with nothing to quench it
I wait as it rolls as waves over my wounds
acidic meant to burn the soul permanently
there is no noble lesson here
just overkill
If you don't love, leave me to my pretty prison
exiled here from the Royal Court
set aside like Anne Boleyn
taken in chains to the abyss
while they boo and hiss
and for the amusement of one I burned
I wonder now, do you?
how I still exist
my answer is simply put
it's to spite you
if evicted from the earth ...
with nothing to quench it
I wait as it rolls as waves over my wounds
acidic meant to burn the soul permanently
there is no noble lesson here
just overkill
If you don't love, leave me to my pretty prison
exiled here from the Royal Court
set aside like Anne Boleyn
taken in chains to the abyss
while they boo and hiss
and for the amusement of one I burned
I wonder now, do you?
how I still exist
my answer is simply put
it's to spite you
if evicted from the earth ...
#sadness
#love
#depression
135 reads
11 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Depression Seeking Honest Critique