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.
Her
Poem Published
Today 2:14am
Today 2:14am
Tipping The Tables On Her Past
Numbness wallows, a welcome gift
Once a vibrant soul, a hapless shift
Love forsaken, she couldn’t get a grip
She left her mind at the door and took a decades-long trip
Chaos ensued, she sunk further beneath
Her heart unraveled and fell off her sleeve
Her shrieks turned to wails as she fell on her knees
Gray skies darkened as her life became void of peace
Blow after blow bloodied her resolve to stay sane
Until the day she declared never again!
Underneath her armor it’s the truth that remains
Five years later she’s no longer in...
Once a vibrant soul, a hapless shift
Love forsaken, she couldn’t get a grip
She left her mind at the door and took a decades-long trip
Chaos ensued, she sunk further beneath
Her heart unraveled and fell off her sleeve
Her shrieks turned to wails as she fell on her knees
Gray skies darkened as her life became void of peace
Blow after blow bloodied her resolve to stay sane
Until the day she declared never again!
Underneath her armor it’s the truth that remains
Five years later she’s no longer in...
#depression
#despair
#LifeChangingMoment
#MentalHealth
#TimeHeals
26 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:35am
Yesterday 11:35am
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
35 reads
8 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:44pm
5th Mar 2025 9:44pm
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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
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
37 reads
1 Comment
AutoDice
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 6:54am
4th Mar 2025 6:54am
The Wrong Kind of Life
Spend your days wondering why you have them
Go to stores to look at the things you can’t buy
You know you’re done with how things are
It would kill your soul just to hear your heart
Tell yourself it’s all in your head
You know therapy can’t fix you now
When your friends leave you, blame yourself
“Their lives were shit because of my birth.”
Eat knowing that there is nothing real in your body
You might not even be human anymore tonight
The bones in your body are sick and contagious
Nobody would want to come near you now
...
Go to stores to look at the things you can’t buy
You know you’re done with how things are
It would kill your soul just to hear your heart
Tell yourself it’s all in your head
You know therapy can’t fix you now
When your friends leave you, blame yourself
“Their lives were shit because of my birth.”
Eat knowing that there is nothing real in your body
You might not even be human anymore tonight
The bones in your body are sick and contagious
Nobody would want to come near you now
...
#depression
26 reads
1 Comment
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 1:00am
4th Mar 2025 1:00am
Sensuous Me - Jaded
#children
#depression
#MentalHealth
46 reads
5 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 11:55pm
3rd Mar 2025 11:55pm
Rainy World
The world used to feel
so beautiful.
I adapted to the rain
falling.
The tempo changed
often
with an emotional
drumming, clearing
the world, exposing
the scent of rusted oak
woods along my path.
In gilded water
drops in my hand,
The world feels so beautiful,
clutching the magic.
We get old
and the world
gets cold
and rain we use to know
is only a wet mess.
The rain I used to know
/ as magic /
is just a wet mess
of disillusionment, ...
so beautiful.
I adapted to the rain
falling.
The tempo changed
often
with an emotional
drumming, clearing
the world, exposing
the scent of rusted oak
woods along my path.
In gilded water
drops in my hand,
The world feels so beautiful,
clutching the magic.
We get old
and the world
gets cold
and rain we use to know
is only a wet mess.
The rain I used to know
/ as magic /
is just a wet mess
of disillusionment, ...
#depression
#hope
#metaphor #strength
#metaphor #strength
78 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 8:33pm
3rd Mar 2025 8:33pm
if I tell you I'm selfish, will you leave me alone?
Come on over
wrap me up in your expectations
and then blame me
for your disappointment
when I inevitably fail
You watch me walk
trip and fall
you watch me crawl
scrabble at the walls
try and pull myself up
but you never
ever offer to help me up
I carry myself alone
while you stand over me
with tough love
that's less empathy
and more indifference
than I think you realize
I'm not looking for a saviour
I just need you to love me
through the darkness
without...
wrap me up in your expectations
and then blame me
for your disappointment
when I inevitably fail
You watch me walk
trip and fall
you watch me crawl
scrabble at the walls
try and pull myself up
but you never
ever offer to help me up
I carry myself alone
while you stand over me
with tough love
that's less empathy
and more indifference
than I think you realize
I'm not looking for a saviour
I just need you to love me
through the darkness
without...
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles #sadness
#LifeStruggles #sadness
90 reads
6 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 5:33am
3rd Mar 2025 5:33am
Hiding in every cell.
Doctors, scientists,philosophers have never been able to locate the human mind.
But
Depression or any other mental illness has no trouble finding it in seconds,the perfect terrorist.
So
The human mind, once located turns in on itself,causing all sorts of mental and physical havoc.
It will stay in a state of turmoil until it becomes invisible once more.
And
It will never be the same again.
But
Depression or any other mental illness has no trouble finding it in seconds,the perfect terrorist.
So
The human mind, once located turns in on itself,causing all sorts of mental and physical havoc.
It will stay in a state of turmoil until it becomes invisible once more.
And
It will never be the same again.
#depression
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0 Comments
Cursedvessel
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 1:52am
2nd Mar 2025 1:52am
Guilty bitterness
I'm supposed to be angry with you
At least that's what everyone says
Maybe i hold you in a light
Whilst sulking in the dark
How can I be angry
When it was my mistake?
I'm supposed to be angry for me
Constantly being reminded
That what you declared was cruel
But i can't help the pedestal
That i hold for you in spite
Of what you said
I make excuses for you
Create poems and art of you
Understanding why you spoke
Those ruthless words of fault
And accept the blame
With my...
At least that's what everyone says
Maybe i hold you in a light
Whilst sulking in the dark
How can I be angry
When it was my mistake?
I'm supposed to be angry for me
Constantly being reminded
That what you declared was cruel
But i can't help the pedestal
That i hold for you in spite
Of what you said
I make excuses for you
Create poems and art of you
Understanding why you spoke
Those ruthless words of fault
And accept the blame
With my...
#anger
#depression
#grief
#hurt
#suicide
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0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
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
66 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 1:26pm
24th Feb 2025 1:26pm
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
80 reads
4 Comments
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