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.
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:39pm
7th Feb 2025 4:39pm
Nameless
They placed their hands upon my skin,
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
#addiction
#apathy
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
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Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
when the last note falls
when the music dies
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
#bipolar
#depression
#insomnia #music
#insomnia #music
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RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:26pm
6th Feb 2025 1:26pm
Wallow
Nowhere is my place.
Escape evades my chase.
Shunned by lifes embrace.
Imbue with hindrance grace.
Consumed by peace I rot.
Exhume long hidden plot.
Solitude sought where it's not.
Accursed sanctum death forgot.
Self became a state of disassembling.
Formless integration of dismembering.
A gorgeous desecration of resembling.
Hopelessly fixate on not remembering.
Aimless unknown into wanderer strays.
Time lost in the wake of endless daze.
Necrosis grows so gorge on what decays.
Another phantom slipping...
Escape evades my chase.
Shunned by lifes embrace.
Imbue with hindrance grace.
Consumed by peace I rot.
Exhume long hidden plot.
Solitude sought where it's not.
Accursed sanctum death forgot.
Self became a state of disassembling.
Formless integration of dismembering.
A gorgeous desecration of resembling.
Hopelessly fixate on not remembering.
Aimless unknown into wanderer strays.
Time lost in the wake of endless daze.
Necrosis grows so gorge on what decays.
Another phantom slipping...
#depression
#drugs
#loneliness
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
29 Days
It’s been 29 days—
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#PTSD
63 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:59am
6th Feb 2025 1:59am
take this sadness
intro]
Take this sadness
and turn it into silence
[Verse 1]
I bleed with it
a sadness so deep
it could hold the ocean
(Don't silence me
don't silence me
can anybody hear me?)
And you
you give me what I don't need
so tie me down
and throw me into the depths of it
where no one can hear me cry
[Chorus]
Take this sadness
take this sadness
and turn it into silence
(No one is listening anyway)
(Is there anybody left...
Take this sadness
and turn it into silence
[Verse 1]
I bleed with it
a sadness so deep
it could hold the ocean
(Don't silence me
don't silence me
can anybody hear me?)
And you
you give me what I don't need
so tie me down
and throw me into the depths of it
where no one can hear me cry
[Chorus]
Take this sadness
take this sadness
and turn it into silence
(No one is listening anyway)
(Is there anybody left...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
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Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:26pm
4th Feb 2025 11:26pm
follow me into the storm
the wind speaks of lettin go
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
#bipolar
#depression
#shadows
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:14pm
4th Feb 2025 3:14pm
This Feeling
I...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 8:41am
4th Feb 2025 8:41am
Grey
In the midst of all this grey
I'm growing colder every day
Feeling smaller than before
Don't know what I'm living for
I am lost in endless crowd
Never seen and never found
Nameless face in joyless place
Just a body taking space
Innocence has taken flight
Along with all I thought was right
I am losing sight of light
Lose myself in endless night
Robbed of comfort, stolen truth
Memory scrambled and confused
Forgotten love from long ago
You'll forget me too, I know
Life is pain and death's...
I'm growing colder every day
Feeling smaller than before
Don't know what I'm living for
I am lost in endless crowd
Never seen and never found
Nameless face in joyless place
Just a body taking space
Innocence has taken flight
Along with all I thought was right
I am losing sight of light
Lose myself in endless night
Robbed of comfort, stolen truth
Memory scrambled and confused
Forgotten love from long ago
You'll forget me too, I know
Life is pain and death's...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#sadness
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Drieks
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 2:19am
4th Feb 2025 2:19am
Too many bad days
So many. Had to burn ‘em.
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
#dark
#depression
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:02am
4th Feb 2025 00:02am
I'm alive
Take this loneliness
and fuck it all the way to hell
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I forgot what it was to feel
I forgot what it was to see
this morning hits
like a lover's caress
taking me to the edge of wonder
I'm alive
for just a little while
I'm alive
until the storm clouds in my head
bloom into the light of everything
and it feels like I'm dying again
But I'm not dead
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
And I want to hold onto that wonder
that somehow...
and fuck it all the way to hell
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I forgot what it was to feel
I forgot what it was to see
this morning hits
like a lover's caress
taking me to the edge of wonder
I'm alive
for just a little while
I'm alive
until the storm clouds in my head
bloom into the light of everything
and it feels like I'm dying again
But I'm not dead
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
And I want to hold onto that wonder
that somehow...
#depression
#hope
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
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NP_NP
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 1:20pm
3rd Feb 2025 1:20pm
Passing By
I crawl into bed with my madness, Screaming in agony, pleading to the skies, "Speak to God— Beg him to halt my trials, To ease this weight I carry in the dark."
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for love...
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for love...
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
Heaven Can Wait
Heaven can wait…
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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