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.
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Cera
Cera
Poem Published
21st Aug 2022 8:13am
21st Aug 2022 8:13am
Pills
A thick and heavy fog has
settled densely in my head,
clouding every sense
and pinning me in bed.
Lights burn, soft sounds roar
vision skewed in wobbly haze.
Remaining judgment piss poor;
I'm stumbling through the days.
Cold sweat, out of breath,
staring at the ceiling -
pondering a death
devoid of more feeling.
Neurochemistry on its ass,
my guts churn in protest.
Sanity frail as dainty glass,
a cold pressure on my chest.
Pills, pills, how long will it take
to adjust so I feel awake? ...
settled densely in my head,
clouding every sense
and pinning me in bed.
Lights burn, soft sounds roar
vision skewed in wobbly haze.
Remaining judgment piss poor;
I'm stumbling through the days.
Cold sweat, out of breath,
staring at the ceiling -
pondering a death
devoid of more feeling.
Neurochemistry on its ass,
my guts churn in protest.
Sanity frail as dainty glass,
a cold pressure on my chest.
Pills, pills, how long will it take
to adjust so I feel awake? ...
#depression
#ADHD
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shad00n
Poem Published
20th Aug 2022 9:25pm
20th Aug 2022 9:25pm
untitled
I’m so tired. My eyes expel water, as if begging for sleep. I’ve had 11 hours of sleep. I ask my eyes why they are tired, why we are so tired. They shrug.
I’m not pregnant, morning sickness, can’t bend over tired.
I’m not parent chasing kids around the house to get their shoes on tired.
I’m not manual labor in the sun tired.
I’m not mourning the loss of a parent or best friend tired.
I’m not surviving an unstable relationship tired.
I’m not a teenager in high school, staying up late and waking up early tired
I’m not high tired, or drunk tired, or...
I’m not pregnant, morning sickness, can’t bend over tired.
I’m not parent chasing kids around the house to get their shoes on tired.
I’m not manual labor in the sun tired.
I’m not mourning the loss of a parent or best friend tired.
I’m not surviving an unstable relationship tired.
I’m not a teenager in high school, staying up late and waking up early tired
I’m not high tired, or drunk tired, or...
#depression
#sleep
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
20th Aug 2022 8:29pm
20th Aug 2022 8:29pm
Both Sides of the Same Mind
Everything is better than it ever has been,
Stating alive? I'm not too keen,
I'm alive, and well, happier now,
As I walk the halls, I keep my head in a bow,
I haven't been sad in a real long time,
Every hallway is the slowest steepest climb,
I never want to leave this nirvana,
I've never been offered any mana.
Every second there is a brand new dawn,
Where has all of my love gone?
I sway to the music in my head,
My heart feels like a cold block of lead,
As I bop around as cheery as ever,
Could I ever be outgoing? Never, ...
Stating alive? I'm not too keen,
I'm alive, and well, happier now,
As I walk the halls, I keep my head in a bow,
I haven't been sad in a real long time,
Every hallway is the slowest steepest climb,
I never want to leave this nirvana,
I've never been offered any mana.
Every second there is a brand new dawn,
Where has all of my love gone?
I sway to the music in my head,
My heart feels like a cold block of lead,
As I bop around as cheery as ever,
Could I ever be outgoing? Never, ...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#vulnerability
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PureSkillz23
Poem Published
20th Aug 2022 4:11am
20th Aug 2022 4:11am
Darkest Secret
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression #MentalHealth
#depression #MentalHealth
254 reads
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ComaLux
Ely
Ely
Poem Published
19th Aug 2022 7:34pm
19th Aug 2022 7:34pm
Artists die
Artists die every day
Within this system they fade away
Working from eight to six
Praying for the weekend like a junkie for a fix...
And I go to bed early...
because lack of sleep makes me suicidal
Never have enough energy to summon up the care and rage to burn that fucking effigy of a dying time of slavery...
Time feels jammed,
The artist slumbers drunk and sad
Underneath smashed cardboard boxes, price tags and broken clock arrows,
hes dreaming of the gallows, and chores and pleasing others...
He's mad and scared and pessimistic yet...
Within this system they fade away
Working from eight to six
Praying for the weekend like a junkie for a fix...
And I go to bed early...
because lack of sleep makes me suicidal
Never have enough energy to summon up the care and rage to burn that fucking effigy of a dying time of slavery...
Time feels jammed,
The artist slumbers drunk and sad
Underneath smashed cardboard boxes, price tags and broken clock arrows,
hes dreaming of the gallows, and chores and pleasing others...
He's mad and scared and pessimistic yet...
#anxiety
#depression
#hope #job
#hope #job
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mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
19th Aug 2022 6:45pm
19th Aug 2022 6:45pm
static again
This brokenness,
twisted up in
dreams and memories
heartstrings plucked
doughnut overstuffed
leaking at the seams,
it seems like a lie to wear
white. I want pretty things
dresses and jewelry, finery,
and then I want it slaughtered.
I want violent action,
bloody and dark and messy all
heads turned too, watch me.
I will fracture thoughts overstale,
and eat the lazy morpheme larvae
that tells me to stay small.
twisted up in
dreams and memories
heartstrings plucked
doughnut overstuffed
leaking at the seams,
it seems like a lie to wear
white. I want pretty things
dresses and jewelry, finery,
and then I want it slaughtered.
I want violent action,
bloody and dark and messy all
heads turned too, watch me.
I will fracture thoughts overstale,
and eat the lazy morpheme larvae
that tells me to stay small.
#depression
#loneliness
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
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CappachinoThePoet
Poem Published
19th Aug 2022 7:26am
19th Aug 2022 7:26am
Her pain!
When I look into your dreamy eyes, I am nothing but deeply surprised.
I know about your horrendous past and how it didn't last,
How you got hurt, burnt, Abused, mistreated & used,
and i bet your confused.
I think you deserve better, if not always and forever.
You said you didn't care, But you couldn't bare,
Isn't it such a scare.
I know about your horrendous past and how it didn't last,
How you got hurt, burnt, Abused, mistreated & used,
and i bet your confused.
I think you deserve better, if not always and forever.
You said you didn't care, But you couldn't bare,
Isn't it such a scare.
#love
#depression
#breakup
#sex
#passion
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
16th Aug 2022 5:17pm
16th Aug 2022 5:17pm
Fake Promises
I followed your direction. Now I understand I have no choice,
but to do a dissection. I was active at sports.
Now around me are broken pots. To relieve the pain, I took shots.
Shots with an emotional spark.
Now everything is getting blurry and dark.
I just want light,or a spark. I lost a lot of weight.
Oh, all the tears I shed. I didn't want to be made.
All I wanted was the friendship I create.
But nature stopped me from my fate. Everything I created shattered.
It's like I never mattered. I was obedient,your slave.
Now...
but to do a dissection. I was active at sports.
Now around me are broken pots. To relieve the pain, I took shots.
Shots with an emotional spark.
Now everything is getting blurry and dark.
I just want light,or a spark. I lost a lot of weight.
Oh, all the tears I shed. I didn't want to be made.
All I wanted was the friendship I create.
But nature stopped me from my fate. Everything I created shattered.
It's like I never mattered. I was obedient,your slave.
Now...
#sadness
#depression
#heartbroken
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ursa
Poem Published
16th Aug 2022 4:14pm
16th Aug 2022 4:14pm
Filled Pockets
Filled Pockets
I lost my old life in napkins
penned one letter at a time
wore my scribbles for clothing
long after you died.
I’ve shed sorrow through tears,
and drawn pain out through blood
yet my pocket-sized problems
will not ever let up.
I lost my old life in napkins
penned one letter at a time
wore my scribbles for clothing
long after you died.
I’ve shed sorrow through tears,
and drawn pain out through blood
yet my pocket-sized problems
will not ever let up.
#depression
#grief
#denial
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
16th Aug 2022 1:20pm
16th Aug 2022 1:20pm
Current Mood Swings
What are you doing?
You’re enjoying yourself?
Why?
What’s going on?
You finished just – ago and now you’re almost normal. What’s up with that?
You went through totally-messed-up to nothing and nor you’re neutral.
Are you feeling okay?
I’m not sure. Yesterday I was blank and the day before I was so full my head wanted to explode with emotion and now I’m indifferent. I’m just me. I’m not stressed or pressured or affected.
The effect of the veil of stupidity has worn off and while I’m no smarter without it on, I’m less blind to idiocracy. I’m not...
You’re enjoying yourself?
Why?
What’s going on?
You finished just – ago and now you’re almost normal. What’s up with that?
You went through totally-messed-up to nothing and nor you’re neutral.
Are you feeling okay?
I’m not sure. Yesterday I was blank and the day before I was so full my head wanted to explode with emotion and now I’m indifferent. I’m just me. I’m not stressed or pressured or affected.
The effect of the veil of stupidity has worn off and while I’m no smarter without it on, I’m less blind to idiocracy. I’m not...
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Aug 2022 1:23am
15th Aug 2022 1:23am
Think it Through
Oh, what becomes of a hominid brain
when the heaven of pleasure takes a stroll
and daily logistics seem like a drain
that drags away what is left of a soul
and meaning is lost in an endless sky
that seems to serve only to suck or blow
so harshly that even a stone could cry
and melt down into Hell's magmatic flow
where hopes are all turned into poison pills
rudely injected into cracks of doom
like the way a vein can fissure cheap thrills
for a dying artery's final flume,
as if it were a bargain to...
when the heaven of pleasure takes a stroll
and daily logistics seem like a drain
that drags away what is left of a soul
and meaning is lost in an endless sky
that seems to serve only to suck or blow
so harshly that even a stone could cry
and melt down into Hell's magmatic flow
where hopes are all turned into poison pills
rudely injected into cracks of doom
like the way a vein can fissure cheap thrills
for a dying artery's final flume,
as if it were a bargain to...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide #addiction
#suicide #addiction
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
13th Aug 2022 2:09pm
13th Aug 2022 2:09pm
Apologies
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I....I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to turn out this way.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to have to worry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to have to listen to my constant bitching.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to have to think about me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't think about you.
I'm sorry. I didn't think about me.
I'm sorry. I didn't think about us.
I'm sorry. I didn't think you would worry.
I'm sorry. I didn't think I would worry. ...
I'm so sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I....I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to turn out this way.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to have to worry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to have to listen to my constant bitching.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to have to think about me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't think about you.
I'm sorry. I didn't think about me.
I'm sorry. I didn't think about us.
I'm sorry. I didn't think you would worry.
I'm sorry. I didn't think I would worry. ...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
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