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 4:27am
Today 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
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Gorotika
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:59pm
Yesterday 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
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:45pm
Yesterday 10:45pm
Sadness
Why allow people who are rude,
Have things your daughter rarely gets?
Why trust people who can't help,
Someone they've never met?
Why be friendly to a world,
That wallows in regrets?
Why destroy an innocent child,
So you can get ahead?
Why laugh when she's not around,
To hear what you said?
Why talk to people that are there,
When I constantly worry if she is dead?
Why wake up every morning,
And waste time making the bed?
Why smile if you're not happy,
After you heard the...
Have things your daughter rarely gets?
Why trust people who can't help,
Someone they've never met?
Why be friendly to a world,
That wallows in regrets?
Why destroy an innocent child,
So you can get ahead?
Why laugh when she's not around,
To hear what you said?
Why talk to people that are there,
When I constantly worry if she is dead?
Why wake up every morning,
And waste time making the bed?
Why smile if you're not happy,
After you heard the...
#depression
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Jade72
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:20pm
Yesterday 10:20pm
A mom's despair
I have a child who tried to take his life a couple of years back
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#mother
#suicide
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Baldwin
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:09pm
Yesterday 2:09pm
purposeless
This morning I awoke
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
#depression
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NP_NP
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 7:51pm
26th Jan 2025 7:51pm
My dear, can't you see?
You've lived a true Russian life,
A life etched in pain and heartache,
Where sorrow is the constant refrain.
Your love story, tragic and raw,
Would make Tolstoy put down his pen—
For no words could capture
The depths of your justified bitterness.
It’s a grief that makes the world weep,
A bitterness so pure, so deep.
Mei would stumble, lost for words,
Unable to write a book about you,
For how could any story
Do justice to such a life—
A life torn between dreams and loss?
...
You've lived a true Russian life,
A life etched in pain and heartache,
Where sorrow is the constant refrain.
Your love story, tragic and raw,
Would make Tolstoy put down his pen—
For no words could capture
The depths of your justified bitterness.
It’s a grief that makes the world weep,
A bitterness so pure, so deep.
Mei would stumble, lost for words,
Unable to write a book about you,
For how could any story
Do justice to such a life—
A life torn between dreams and loss?
...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#sadness
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 11:32pm
25th Jan 2025 11:32pm
Life Moves On
I remember a day
So very long ago
When I'd play in the garden
Chasing ladybugs in summer
There was beauty in the simplicity
The sunny days of 2000-something
When age was a single number
And I was still in one piece
This world will change you
It'll darken your innocent soul
Draining your heart
As things fall apart
We'd all love to stay in those good old days
But life moves on
Do you remember
So very long ago
When we could play make-believe
Our imagination limitless
It's funny...
So very long ago
When I'd play in the garden
Chasing ladybugs in summer
There was beauty in the simplicity
The sunny days of 2000-something
When age was a single number
And I was still in one piece
This world will change you
It'll darken your innocent soul
Draining your heart
As things fall apart
We'd all love to stay in those good old days
But life moves on
Do you remember
So very long ago
When we could play make-believe
Our imagination limitless
It's funny...
#childhood
#depression
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
All Grown Up
The calendar says I am older
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
#childhood
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:46am
25th Jan 2025 5:46am
Numb
I weary of finding myself bonded
To half hearted lovers.
The last ember of warmth
Stubbornly flickers
Yearning for a feeling
Long faded.
Memories serve no purpose
But to haunt me.
My love has grown cold
With no strong hands
To cradle it
And keep it safe.
I have become numb.
So numb.
To half hearted lovers.
The last ember of warmth
Stubbornly flickers
Yearning for a feeling
Long faded.
Memories serve no purpose
But to haunt me.
My love has grown cold
With no strong hands
To cradle it
And keep it safe.
I have become numb.
So numb.
#depression
#sadness
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KristinaX
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 9:00pm
24th Jan 2025 9:00pm
I miss you more than you could ever know.
How much time has flown by - so much, so little.
But her memory is kept in me. I was afraid to admit...
I guess I still am, that she will never come back.
That I won't see her smile, that I won't feel her hugs.
How much she sacrificed just to bring me into this world.
She never gave up on me despite her own health.
And once I knew, would things have been different?
If she had listened to the doctors, and everyone else.
When I was a child it was so hard to take care of her.
Especially through the relapses and affects of treatment.
I...
But her memory is kept in me. I was afraid to admit...
I guess I still am, that she will never come back.
That I won't see her smile, that I won't feel her hugs.
How much she sacrificed just to bring me into this world.
She never gave up on me despite her own health.
And once I knew, would things have been different?
If she had listened to the doctors, and everyone else.
When I was a child it was so hard to take care of her.
Especially through the relapses and affects of treatment.
I...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#mother
#suffering
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 00:20am
24th Jan 2025 00:20am
am I just a ghost in your world?
I watch you pass me in the hallway
a tangible ghost
you talk but I'm not listening
because I'm the ghost
and I've got no time
for your living problems
You want me
you say you want me
but all your words are about you
and even if I had something to say
you wouldn't know
because you dare not ask
the hard questions
I feel like a spectator
in my own science experiment
where I'm the subject in my own
rat maze of emptiness
and I forgot the way to the exit
or maybe I just forgot to...
a tangible ghost
you talk but I'm not listening
because I'm the ghost
and I've got no time
for your living problems
You want me
you say you want me
but all your words are about you
and even if I had something to say
you wouldn't know
because you dare not ask
the hard questions
I feel like a spectator
in my own science experiment
where I'm the subject in my own
rat maze of emptiness
and I forgot the way to the exit
or maybe I just forgot to...
#boredom
#depression
#rejection
#relationships
#sadness
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:35pm
23rd Jan 2025 8:35pm
why is it never Thursday?
I wake up to darkness
and silence
and freak out that it's Thursday
only it's not fucking Thursday
I lose time in the sameness
of every single day
try to break the monotony
but there's always just me
I'm boredom in human form
I'm the doppelganger of despair
I have nothing to say
because nothing ever happens
and this silence feels better
than the repeat of my voice
that has nothing new to say
I wake up and drink coffee
play games on my phone
the kind where progress is so slow ...
and silence
and freak out that it's Thursday
only it's not fucking Thursday
I lose time in the sameness
of every single day
try to break the monotony
but there's always just me
I'm boredom in human form
I'm the doppelganger of despair
I have nothing to say
because nothing ever happens
and this silence feels better
than the repeat of my voice
that has nothing new to say
I wake up and drink coffee
play games on my phone
the kind where progress is so slow ...
#depression
#despair
#LifeStruggles #loneliness
#LifeStruggles #loneliness
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