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.
Sleep
When I’m depressed I go to sleep.
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#dreams
#MentalHealth
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A Flood
Tiny
dew
drop
tears
Forming
into
a
deluge
Drown
in
self
pity
by
Jemia
dew
drop
tears
Forming
into
a
deluge
Drown
in
self
pity
by
Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
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Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
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Tales Of A Scorned Woman Part I : Bitterness
I took your words as the gospel truth,
I trusted your actions so naively as each word you said to me I followed you blindly like a lamb being lured in to be slaughtered for a Sunday feast.
So just like the innocence of the lamb that got killed for you led me down to a dark path with no light at the end of a tunnel or bread crumbs to guide me out this black forest as you promised a safe haven in your arms;
You promised me comfort, promised me happiness along with respect and most of all promised me warmth.
I felt nothing but despair,
I felt betrayal from those...
I trusted your actions so naively as each word you said to me I followed you blindly like a lamb being lured in to be slaughtered for a Sunday feast.
So just like the innocence of the lamb that got killed for you led me down to a dark path with no light at the end of a tunnel or bread crumbs to guide me out this black forest as you promised a safe haven in your arms;
You promised me comfort, promised me happiness along with respect and most of all promised me warmth.
I felt nothing but despair,
I felt betrayal from those...
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
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Sidewalks
Look, don't turn your head when you pass me,
unless you want me to break your neck
so you can always walk
with your chin up and your nose to the side...
Look, don't pretend you don't know me,
that you never touched my hand
and that we were never together
in a public restroom on the side of the road
or on the edge of the abyss.
Think about it, we ate the same food
and we drank the same drink
and I never stopped supporting your forehead
by the toilet for the rest of the lost night,
sometimes we even dreamed the same...
unless you want me to break your neck
so you can always walk
with your chin up and your nose to the side...
Look, don't pretend you don't know me,
that you never touched my hand
and that we were never together
in a public restroom on the side of the road
or on the edge of the abyss.
Think about it, we ate the same food
and we drank the same drink
and I never stopped supporting your forehead
by the toilet for the rest of the lost night,
sometimes we even dreamed the same...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#regret
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Barren
It's with sadness, and regret
Although it hasn't happened yet
That retrospectively, some later day
The sadness i'll feel, for missing this saturday
As i'[ve been feeling quite unwell
Missing saturday, will be like hell
No poetry, music, or dance
Illness will force me to miss the chance
My hopes are low, that i will go
Only time will truly show
Current signs, are none to good
I hope to make it, if i could
No winter wonderland to address
Just a winter barreness
Things currently looking bleak
That i'll...
Although it hasn't happened yet
That retrospectively, some later day
The sadness i'll feel, for missing this saturday
As i'[ve been feeling quite unwell
Missing saturday, will be like hell
No poetry, music, or dance
Illness will force me to miss the chance
My hopes are low, that i will go
Only time will truly show
Current signs, are none to good
I hope to make it, if i could
No winter wonderland to address
Just a winter barreness
Things currently looking bleak
That i'll...
#depression
#illness
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeStruggles
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Head aches
If you sit across from me
Hitting your head against the wall
Don't ask me for a pain killer
If I offer you a pain killer and you take it
Don't start banging your head against the wall again
If you start banging your head agaisnt the wall again I will assume that you are stupid and I will leave
Allow me to re word this
If you date men because you like bad boys don't complain to me when they are unfaithful
If I listen to you telling me that your done with him and you wish you could meet a guy like me then don't go...
Hitting your head against the wall
Don't ask me for a pain killer
If I offer you a pain killer and you take it
Don't start banging your head against the wall again
If you start banging your head agaisnt the wall again I will assume that you are stupid and I will leave
Allow me to re word this
If you date men because you like bad boys don't complain to me when they are unfaithful
If I listen to you telling me that your done with him and you wish you could meet a guy like me then don't go...
#abuse
#depression
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#love
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it feels like...
It's the dry grass crackle
under bare feet
in the middle of summer
It's lightning cracking
on an empty horizon
lighting up the world
It's the tap tap tap of rain
on an unseen window
on a gloomy day
It's the smell of rot
when the storm stays too long
and the weeds bloom as the grass dies
It's the feeling of my fingernails
worrying a scab on my arm
that I refuse to let heal
It's eyes closed against
the beauty of today because
the ugly tells me I don't deserve it
...
under bare feet
in the middle of summer
It's lightning cracking
on an empty horizon
lighting up the world
It's the tap tap tap of rain
on an unseen window
on a gloomy day
It's the smell of rot
when the storm stays too long
and the weeds bloom as the grass dies
It's the feeling of my fingernails
worrying a scab on my arm
that I refuse to let heal
It's eyes closed against
the beauty of today because
the ugly tells me I don't deserve it
...
#apathy
#depression
#grief #sadness
#grief #sadness
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Persona
My persona keeps me safe
I hide behind it to keep them safe
The demons lurking below just out of reach
My persona is joyful and social
But in reality I’m scared and out of reach
I don’t let anyone see the pain hurt and shame
My persona it has some cracks
The darkness seeping through showing the shame
I try to cover them up hoping no one will see
My persona keeps me safe
Not letting anyone hurt me like before
I try and ignore the voices put them in there place
My persona will one day fail ...
I hide behind it to keep them safe
The demons lurking below just out of reach
My persona is joyful and social
But in reality I’m scared and out of reach
I don’t let anyone see the pain hurt and shame
My persona it has some cracks
The darkness seeping through showing the shame
I try to cover them up hoping no one will see
My persona keeps me safe
Not letting anyone hurt me like before
I try and ignore the voices put them in there place
My persona will one day fail ...
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
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One Way Ticket
Oft
When low
Switzerland
Seems like a place to go
Not necessarily
For the yodelling, or snow
Having a ball
Before ending it all
A slave
To the grave
A feast for worms
At least now rid of germs
The end of my non-existence
I should of died young
Guess i was a keeper
For the grim reaper
To early for my swan song
My life to long
All that awaits
Is age
And all the shit
That goes with it
by Jemia
When low
Switzerland
Seems like a place to go
Not necessarily
For the yodelling, or snow
Having a ball
Before ending it all
A slave
To the grave
A feast for worms
At least now rid of germs
The end of my non-existence
I should of died young
Guess i was a keeper
For the grim reaper
To early for my swan song
My life to long
All that awaits
Is age
And all the shit
That goes with it
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeStruggles
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A Woman's PMS Pictograph Poem
She loves her husband
He drinks, he's depressed, confused
He's hurting himself
She's enabling him
She draws and doodles
Love!
Square box with curly-ques inside
Stylized Love LOVE!!
PMS PMS PMS PMS PMS in shadow box
Box, then box with crosshairs
Love, Love, scratched out, scribbled over
Bunny picture
Bigger bunny picture
Fill big square with with little loopedey loops
Big checkerboard square
Small checkerboard square
Let's go home
I'm tired
He drinks, he's depressed, confused
He's hurting himself
She's enabling him
She draws and doodles
Love!
Square box with curly-ques inside
Stylized Love LOVE!!
PMS PMS PMS PMS PMS in shadow box
Box, then box with crosshairs
Love, Love, scratched out, scribbled over
Bunny picture
Bigger bunny picture
Fill big square with with little loopedey loops
Big checkerboard square
Small checkerboard square
Let's go home
I'm tired
#addiction
#depression
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The Gravity of Doubt
What thought for life
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
#conflict
#depression
#fear
#spiritual
#suicide
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