Depression Poem

Hi. My name is Ethan Wulf. I'm chronically depressed from the death of my mother and grandfather, who was my only father figure, and I'm a very discontent person. But I try not to complain because I know nobody likes a complainer. I'm 17 and I'm sick of high school. I'm sure we've all been there, right kids? Well, I'm not much on introductions. If you really actually care to get to know me and about me, just read my poetry. Thanks for your time.

The Ending Start

© Ethan Wulf
I've written everything I have to say
But the words, they rot and fall away
So with a hole in the bottom, I'm stuck in the same boat as before
And slowly sinking just in sight of shore

I work so hard to make my life worse
Sometimes I think I'm better off in the back of a hearse
But I know I could never leave her behind
She's the one I've been searching for all this time

And though she confesses to me all of her love
Selfishly I feel that it is not enough
I know it in my heart, oh my god I swear
There is someone so much better for her out there

I dream about her all day long
Yet when we're together it all feels wrong
Something isn't right and I know it's me
Because you're a beautiful perfect being

I can never just be what and who I am
So much discontent I don't think anyone understands
I put my feelings into words that rhyme
To give everyone who cares a glimpse of what's inside

Why must it be that I'm never satisfied
I have all I could want; still I lie awake at night
And wish for more
So much discontent

It's the end that I wish was near
Just the letdown that I fear

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Published: Mar 2009

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  • This poem touches me so much. People say a poem can mean something totally different that what it means to another. But here is how it touched me:
    I am with someone. I love them yet we hide in secrecy. Whenever I am near him I cant be...me. We never speak in public. We can't. Sometimes I feel we are so close to being together and closer but once we get close it all sinks. My thoughts of him keeps me awake all night. There is never any sleep. Yet, the bad part is I know he doesn't love me back. He can't. But I need him now. Things are going wrong. I can't live without him! One day our secret wall will crumble and maybe then this bit of haunting hurt will end. I love you A.A. !

    Julie, Canada Submitted Apr 2011
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  • I am depressed...even the doctors say they can't help me. I cry for help and I lose my faith. I went to a retreat for people like me and when I heard the stories I felt like I was living my life over and over again. I cut and I wish I could stop but I am addicted to it....it's like my drug. I lost so much in my life and it is like people now have lost me, I wish they never would have to see me like this. And to those dear friends I am sorry you have to see me hurt and cry. but always remember I love you <3. To all the people you are never alone I will always be with you even if you never know me. I hope you all make it well.
    Love Christie

    Christie, Nebraska Submitted 8/22/2012
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  • You have no idea who I am, but if there is any way that you have seen this, or you will see this, I am asking you right now. I am a young kid, 15, and this poem really has touched me. I make music, and really suck at poetry, and have been looking for poems that touch me well enough to the point where I can see myself within it, and I was wondering. I'm not famous, but I'm looking forward to being that, and when I seen this poem, I knew I'd be able to make it into a song, so with your permission, sir, may I please make this poem into a song?

    Eleni, Wyoming Submitted 12/24/2012
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