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.
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
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The Garden
This daisy says he loves me
The next he loves me not
I’m sitting in the backyard
In my garden
On a rock
I remember all the hope in me
The day I bought the seeds
I thought this would be good for me
The purpose that I need
Instead the flowers bring me pain
I hoped they’d bring me joy
They each hold now a reason
The daisy, my love for a boy
Each petal reveals a promise
What my fate will be today
So far he loves me so this time
Although it doesn’t feel that way
White orchids give me...
The next he loves me not
I’m sitting in the backyard
In my garden
On a rock
I remember all the hope in me
The day I bought the seeds
I thought this would be good for me
The purpose that I need
Instead the flowers bring me pain
I hoped they’d bring me joy
They each hold now a reason
The daisy, my love for a boy
Each petal reveals a promise
What my fate will be today
So far he loves me so this time
Although it doesn’t feel that way
White orchids give me...
#sadness
#love
#depression
#MentalHealth
#UnrequitedLove
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Sadness fills my mind
Sadness fills my mind
In my world, no one is kind
Holding back all the tears
While no one is near
I have nobody to talk to
I just have nothing to do
Anger fills my mind
In my world no one can find
Crying in my head
While people wish i was dead
Happiness never fills my mind
In my world I hide behind
I wish I had somebody to talk to
I wish I had something to do
I just want to say my goodbye
I know people...
In my world, no one is kind
Holding back all the tears
While no one is near
I have nobody to talk to
I just have nothing to do
Anger fills my mind
In my world no one can find
Crying in my head
While people wish i was dead
Happiness never fills my mind
In my world I hide behind
I wish I had somebody to talk to
I wish I had something to do
I just want to say my goodbye
I know people...
#sadness
#depression
#LifeStruggles
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Death
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My mom wants me dead,
A chilling truth, too true.
Her whispers in shadows,
Her gaze cold as ice,
In her heart, darkness grows,
A silent, haunting vice.
Yet under the moon's gentle glow,
I find solace, a refuge to flee,
From the torment, I must go,
To find the light within me.
For though her words cut deep,
And her intentions seem dire,
I'll rise above, I'll...
Violets are blue,
My mom wants me dead,
A chilling truth, too true.
Her whispers in shadows,
Her gaze cold as ice,
In her heart, darkness grows,
A silent, haunting vice.
Yet under the moon's gentle glow,
I find solace, a refuge to flee,
From the torment, I must go,
To find the light within me.
For though her words cut deep,
And her intentions seem dire,
I'll rise above, I'll...
#sadness
#depression
#dark #death
#dark #death
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Unspoken
She said
It must be nice to wake up looking like that
To not see her face in my reflection
How dare I despise
The sadness held in her eyes
Envious hope unbearable
A glimpse of false vicariousity
Couldn’t say that it’s nice
To wake up another day
Late to my grave
I didn’t say
We see the same things in different greys
Feel the pressure of shades and layers
Beneath our days
It must be nice to wake up looking like that
To not see her face in my reflection
How dare I despise
The sadness held in her eyes
Envious hope unbearable
A glimpse of false vicariousity
Couldn’t say that it’s nice
To wake up another day
Late to my grave
I didn’t say
We see the same things in different greys
Feel the pressure of shades and layers
Beneath our days
#anger
#depression
#hate
#shame
#bittersweet
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the darkness only takes bodies not hands
I look around
at all the people I care about
and I see them suffering
and I can't save them
from the darkness
because the only way out
is through
and I'm only
one pair of hands
These days feel like swimming
under a black moonless sky
the shore obscured by waves
and there's water reaching
for my lungs
as I struggle to breathe
and how can I save anyone
when all I think about
is dying
and how I don't really want to
but I'm not sure how to live
in a world that wasn't made ...
at all the people I care about
and I see them suffering
and I can't save them
from the darkness
because the only way out
is through
and I'm only
one pair of hands
These days feel like swimming
under a black moonless sky
the shore obscured by waves
and there's water reaching
for my lungs
as I struggle to breathe
and how can I save anyone
when all I think about
is dying
and how I don't really want to
but I'm not sure how to live
in a world that wasn't made ...
#depression
#friendship
#MentalHealth
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Diaryofabasketcase
Diaryofabasketcase
Bumped 18th Mar 2024 11:47pm
29th Apr 2022 10:39pm
29th Apr 2022 10:39pm
The Parting Gift
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#death
#MentalHealth
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tripping downhill
the descent is rising;
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
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Dangling images like a web of lies
I sat back and watched the lies scattered cross the
room like a spider web.
Spreading like a fire,
But dangling imaginary visions in front of me like
a spider....
Suddenly my head is spinning.
Heart, body, mind and soul at war.
But, what am I fighting for?
Some how I feel clueless,
But It's familiar because I've been through this
over and over again.
I may not know what love is,
But I know it isn't suppose to break me.
room like a spider web.
Spreading like a fire,
But dangling imaginary visions in front of me like
a spider....
Suddenly my head is spinning.
Heart, body, mind and soul at war.
But, what am I fighting for?
Some how I feel clueless,
But It's familiar because I've been through this
over and over again.
I may not know what love is,
But I know it isn't suppose to break me.
#anger
#depression
#frustration #hurt
#frustration #hurt
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All The Things I Am Not
#depression
#MentalHealth
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2 Comments
go tell the wind
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and
often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
go tell the wind blow gently on my sorrow,
that i may hope retain to face tomorrow;
compass me not with unrelenting anger,
where i'm already chased by pregnant danger.
go tell the tears to wait a little longer,
till i have learnt to be a little stronger;
submerge me not in spate, o mighty river,
nor in your spite make me a short-lived liver.
entreat my heart to pound a bit more...
often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
go tell the wind blow gently on my sorrow,
that i may hope retain to face tomorrow;
compass me not with unrelenting anger,
where i'm already chased by pregnant danger.
go tell the tears to wait a little longer,
till i have learnt to be a little stronger;
submerge me not in spate, o mighty river,
nor in your spite make me a short-lived liver.
entreat my heart to pound a bit more...
#sadness
#depression
#grief
#hope
#death
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Over and over
sometimes,
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#apathy
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