In this brief blog, we are going to discuss depression poems and how depression poems may be able to help you if you are feeling depressed, need to find something to be optimistic about or curious about how other people have dealt with their depression.
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“ Where did you go
Why wont you come back
I need to know
I’m very scared, cause you’re not there
It’s like somebody hacked,
Into my life a very evil virus
That sicken all of us
A once calm, cool and collected family
It fell apart it was meant to happen
from the start I sit alone
I cry quietly to myself
I won’t and can’t tell nobody else
they don’t understand they never will
This is why I never tell
The old me the once loved
Will never know what’s above
Because I’ll stop searching
Stop searching for the old me
I give up hope indeed
One day I’ll take this machete,
And take this so called life
“ You see a smile on the outside,
But that’s all you can see.
What if tears run down my face on the inside?
You hear a laugh on the outside,
But that’s all you can hear.
What if I’m crying out for help on the inside?
You smell the scent I wear every day on the outside,
But that’s all you can smell.
What if it smells of death on the inside?
You feel soft, smooth skin on the outside,
But that’s all you feel.
What if I’m being torn apart on the inside?
You taste sweet lips kissing you on the outside,
But that’s all you can taste.
What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?
You can tell I’m happy on the outside,
But what if you can’t tell I’m dying on the inside?
“ If I showed my true colors, what would society think?
Would they laugh, show pity, or read the ink?
I’m exhausted from smiling every single day
When I know the pain won’t just go away.
Every night I cannot sleep
Because my thoughts run so deep.
They went out for a stroll
But got sucked into a black hole.
My focus is no longer there, anywhere.
I don’t know why I’m like this, I swear.
It seems like I’m just well-dressed.
That just means how much I’m stressed.
My friends all laugh and hang around.
You don’t need water to be drowned.
This darkness beneath consumes my mind.
It’s like I’m living my life blind.
On the outside I’m holding it together,
But it’s as unpredictable as the weather.
“How are you?” “I’m fine.”
But the truth lies between the lines.
It’s like being on Mars and trying to breathe air.
When they talk about the future, I don’t really care.
You say to suck it up and to be strong,
But little do you know what exactly is wrong.
My life is forever altered because of this.
That cheerful 5 year old is who I miss.
This is war; you either win or die trying.
You speak the truth or continue lying.
The changes were all so very subtle; I don’t blame you for not seeing,
But what you don’t understand is that I’m a human being.
The truth is you wouldn’t last if this was in your brain,
But I’ve found a way to numb the pain.
I have to fight my mind every single second,
But that’s only because this thing had beckoned.
I wouldn’t ever choose to feel this way; these were the cards I was dealt.
My only wish is that more people would understand how we felt.
Sometimes a glimpse of wonder wanders on over,
But it’s as rare as finding a four leaf clover.
Monsters don’t live under our beds.
They scream inside of our heads.
Still I live with hope that one day I will win.
I will defeat the monster that’s under my skin.
Have held me in their arms
For so many years
I have lost count
It’s never been a pretty sight
Dark deranged hallucinations
Come to fight for my soul
They say it’s a state of mind
Or is it a fault since birth
That’s haunted me
The suicidal rage has battered me
Once or twice
Took away what common sense there was
The red mist to destroy myself
Sometimes more powerful
Seen my reflection
The mirror image
Has never been kind
Like a school bully
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“ She took a deep breath.
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted me to be.
They wanted her to be normal,
Happy and kind.
They never thought
That this girl would be blind.
Not blind by the meaning
But blind in the heart.
Blinded by darkness,
Blinded by dark.
She walks around lifeless,
Her heart beating but dead.
A walking corpse,
She is lost inside her head.
Things have no meaning,
At least not anymore.
She was not how she was,
How she was once before.
She is one of the living
But one of the dead.
A part of her is missing;
She hangs on by a thread.
She hung her head low,
Took one final bow.
She stepped off the edge
Saying one final vow.
“I will not change who I am.
As hard as any of you try,
This is me giving up;
This is one last goodbye.”
I talk others out of suicide but can’t do the same for myself.
I tell others that they are beautiful,
As I don’t want anyone to feel the way I do.
I am always there for everyone as I know how it feels to be alone.
The thing about depression is that it’s not just being sad.
It is not temporary dark days or monsters on my back.
It is waking up every day and finding nothing exciting.
It is not distancing myself from my friends and family.
It is constantly wondering if my problems are real.
Yes, it is a monster, but without the horrible face and the ugly claws.
It is in my thoughts, analyzing every step when the probability of it happening is zero.
It is not a one-day emotion; it is months of feeling numb.
It is being scared to feel too much.
It is being afraid to not feel anything.
It is believing that I don’t deserve to happy.
And it is hating myself for not getting better.
Yes, it is all in my head.
This is why depression is not a “get well soon card” illness.
Trapped in my own mind, not scared of death anymore.
A battle against my own self, drowning every day.
But never to be saved.
The soul is dead but the body lives on. “
“ I slit my wrist to erase the pain.
you look at me and think I’m insane.
My eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Look at my scars, then you will see
why I can’t seem to go around and fake happy,
yet you tell me you love me, that you’ll forget,
for I’ll soon be gone, and I’ll be your greatest regret.
So let me die, broken and scarred,
I can’t deal with life, it’s getting far too hard.
Everything’s gone wrong; it’s not worth trying,
so leave me alone because I feel like I’m dying.
I don’t want you to worry,
because my life is ending in a hurry.
I’ll be fine and happy, you see,
for death is what I wished for and soon it will be.
“ What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
When you’re tired of living and playing this game?
When you know your life is meaningless and you’re the only one to blame?
What do you call it when the hurt is in your soul?
When you smile and laugh but you know it’s all a show?
When you feel like you’ve hit your all-time low?
When nothing makes you happy and the darkness around you grows?
What do you call it when you feel so alone?
When you’re in your house but it don’t feel like home?
When you look back in your life and every choice you made now seems wrong?
When the wait to die seems too long?
“ The archaic gloaming
The archaic gloaming,
a cosmic groan
among the bitter graves
of seraphim and salt.
Tendrils of fruit
unwind towards a clamor of guilt
which mauls at my upper chest, my belly—
A myriad of ghosts
amalgate blood to honey
in ceremonial psalms
for dead mothers.
My body is a harvest;
the ontogeny of my spirit
gnaws a serrated cry
in a lonely paradise
where there is no light,
only lost children. “
“ If I told you I was okay, would you believe me or even care?
Can you see the strong upheld girl who is always happy?
Or can you see the darkness and sadness that overtakes her?
When you look into her eyes can you see the pain or the horror?
Did you even know she only had a father and was abused by her mother?
Or all the problems that happened when she was at home?
That her family was her bully
The voices in her head were her friends
She wouldn’t fall asleep or eat
She became overwhelmed with it all
Cutting became addictive, she couldn’t stop
She wore long sleeve shirts because she was scared of what you would think
You now see all these things that you didn’t know
Millions more are going through similar situations
Just because she smiles doesn’t mean she has nothing to hide
Just because she said she is okay doesn’t mean it’s always true
Don’t judge a girl by what she lets you see
“ Portrait Of Sorrow
As you were
The colors of
Portrait To Sorrow “
“ ome, Sing for Me
my marble surface
come, soothe the angry mob
calling for murder
just under my skin
tear into me;
watch my pain
falling to the floor
in misshapen chunks
and lean into me
the warmth of you
bringing this slab
I am certainly no exception
come, sing for me
with your lyrics
made of filthy words
exhaled on soft sighs
my greedy ears
long for the sultry cadence
of your tempo giusto
my moon-drenched conductor
my favorite tune
I’ll be your cliche
just pluck my strings
and sit back
for a listen
a rough canvas
come, scrape the paint
calling themselves artists
with magic fingers
of your own desire
my eyes are dull
come, look deep inside
shine your brightest light
my Aries fire
spring to life
dancing for you
my dormant embers
from these ashes
before all my art
unmet ideations “
“ I’d never reveal what’s hidden inside,
Living with this awful lie.
Masking the pain with fraud smiles,
My hopes begin to fade.
Faking the days that pass me by,
Drowning in my own mind.
Realizing there’s no hope,
I try to forget the hopelessness.
I come back to these dreadful thoughts.
Why must I be the one to suffer?
“ She sits alone all during class.
She tries to hide the pain she has.
All up her arm are scars that bleed.
She hides them underneath her sleeves.
I do not know her, but I will not be shy.
I go up to her and wave and say hi.
Under her whispered voice she answers me.
I ask her why she wears that frown.
She looks at me and then looks down.
As I stare, her lips start to move, saying these words,
“I feel like a ghost to everyone here.”
Her eyes fill with tears.
She continues telling about her family.
She says her parents fight constantly.
She says she has not slept in weeks.
After that, she tells me why.
I tell her, “You don’t need to cry.
I will always be by your side.
I will help you get through,”
And she slowly smiles and says,
“ Debilitating sadness
My heart is weighed down by debilitating sadness.
My brain is filled with an intoxicating madness.
Depression haunts me and I’ve always had this.
My soul is drowning in the depths of darkness.
The blade is my enemy yet my friend with its shimmering sharpness. “
“ We Can’t Cover Our Ears Forever
We can’t cover our
Own ears forever…
There are many
Reasons and a
Number of things
That can weigh
On our hearts
Some of us may
Be able to get over it
Quickly and easier
Some of us seem
To have a tendency
To bury the pain
And go about our business
After a while
We will find ourselves
Forcing a smile
So no one will see
How terribly hurt
We are inside
Sometimes we feel the tears
Burning our eyes
Then quickly pull
Because we may be at work
Out having dinner
Or it’s simply just not
The time or place
But one day
One day when
You least expect it
Everything that you’ve
It could be
A memory or
Something or someone
Just rubbed you
The wrong way
And when that
The volcano in you
Oceans of sorrows
Sending a tsunami
Of tears crashing
On the shores of healing
Because the music
Of sadness crys
Louder than the
Songs of happiness “
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Depression poems on images
In this brief blog, we curated a list of depression poems. If you have any comments or questions then please let us know below.
If you are suffering from depression, anxiety, loneliness or any similar mental health issue then seeking help for it may be a good option.
Mental health issues such as depression, loneliness and anxiety can affect anyone of us.
What we recommend for depression
If you are suffering from depression then ongoing professional counselling may be your ideal first point of call. Counselling will utilize theories such as Cognitive behavioural therapy which will help you live a more fulfilling life.
If you are under 18 then CAMHS, an NHS run programme may just be the answer for your mental health struggles.
You should look to see if you meet the CAMHS referral criteria and then fill in the CAMHS referral form.