Depression Poem

This poem is about my struggle with depression and self-mutilation. I have been fighting for 5 years and this is how it feels sometimes. I really hope I can relate to someone and help them know they are not alone, even though it is extremely easy to feel like you are.

Sweet Agony

© Mania Jankowski
What do you see when you look in my eyes?
A freak? A nameless being?
Or maybe simply another face in the endless sea of people
What do I see when I look at myself in the mirror?
I see pain, laughter, tears, smiles, fatigue, and endless energy.
What do I do
When the world I live in
Doesn't know I am suffering?
I feel the scars
On my heart
My arms
My wrists
And I think back to a time when I was truly alone
Wondering the streets at night
The sky dark and stormy,
With the cold rain falling down on me
It was like the sky was crying
All the tears I was too afraid to shed myself
That was along time ago,
but still I can feel the sharpness of the blades upon my soul
My skin
My heart
Sometimes at night I sit up
Stare at my window
And cry, for all the pain I still sometimes feel.
I wonder if life is meant to be more then this,
This town
These people
These feelings
I am like a caged animal,
Trapped inside bars
Locked in, with no hope to escape
I scream
Yell
Cry
But no one hears me
I stand alone
On my own little path of life
That I have been on for as long as I can remember
With a broken heart
A broken soul
A broken mind
Still I struggle on
So that I can maybe see beyond this world
Of darkness and despair,
So I can see the world beyond,
Of love and life and happiness
So here I stand,
A smile on my face,
Even though I am being torn apart on the inside.
I will continue to smile,
And feel
And love
And I will survive; survive to tomorrow
So I can learn to trust again
And this sweet agony
That has been with me all my life
Will be dispersed
Become nonexistent
Gone
No more.
And I will finally
Be
Alive.

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Published: Jun 2011

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  • I am 16 years old and I can hardly remember anything in my life, most of my life is sad. I used to be physically and emotionally hurt by everyone, so I started to cut myself. I have little white scars I keep hidden often under long sleeved shirts. the only way I can keep from scarring myself even more is to cry or to create art which tells how I feel often. No one can tell how I feel through my art they just think I'm emo but I'm not. I spend a lot of time alone, people say words that get my hopes up, and they never stick to them. I get so tired of being hurt and let down, I just want to hurt myself so much. but I don't I look towards the future, to the day that I can leave and create my own little happy story, that's what keeps me going. You poem makes me feel like what I am going through doesn't make me a freak. Thank you, for writing such a great poem.

    Jessica Switzer, Kansas Submitted Feb 2012
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  • I am 12 years old, I can't recall anything of myself being happy or even having a person who cares. Nobody has time for me, they are very busy and they leave me out on things. I feel as if they don't care for me, everyday it's the same pain. I feel guilt, pain and depression. Ever since the death of my older sister,, she was like my second mother, she loved me, like a daughter. Then she came to the thought of hanging herself....I feel so alone now. I can't recall much of her anymore. I don't even remember her voice, her smile and her hugs. I really miss her. I'm willing to die to meet her again but something is pulling me back from bothering to die.
    Thank you for doing that wonderful poem, your poem relates to me.

    Richelle George, Manitoba Submitted 7/2/2012
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  • Hi.
    I'm 13 and have been suffering from depression for 3 years. I never have sleeked help and when I was 10 I was bullied, then when I was 11 I became extremely ill, when I was 12 many of my loved ones had already died, now I'm 13 I have another illness.... I have many illnesses related to sleep and I am extremely depressed. Everyday I think about suicide. Love the poem <3 ): I can feel your words.... I also make poems to comfort myself.... Where's the escape?

    Hadiyah, UK Submitted 12/18/2012
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