Who They Wanted Her To Be

• by Leilani Avia
• 8 months ago

I love this poem, truly touching. It's painfully frustrating how many poems of depression ends up suddenly hopeful or slightly better, always out on a 'good' note where they end up feeling better or finding some revelation or feelings of hope and strength. Sometimes we need poems like this, where they don't always end relatively happier than before, because then it is more valuable and relatable to the many who has given up on hope, yet gives us comfort in how we feel the same and not always forced to try and find some faith. Sometimes the only thing to heal darkness is the comfort of another's darkness.

• by Isabella Wolf
• 5 years ago

This made me really upset. But I am more upset because of what is happening in my life right now. My depression gets worse every day, but no one seems to understand the pain I feel because no one wants to listen to me, but they will listen to other people.

• by Jaslyn
• 5 years ago

Hang on.
Life gets better.
The words are often said yet sometimes not enough.
Honestly,
Life gets better.
Things change.
How you feel changes.
Nighttime sadness turns into tomorrow's joy.

I have depression and I wanted to encourage anybody. Thanks for your poem. I hope you find lots of happiness.

• by Phoebe Kate
• 5 years ago

Every word the writer wrote really touched me. I'm actually experiencing this kind of depression. I hate when somebody tells me what to do with my life.

• by Rebekah K.
• 6 years ago

Wow. This is exactly what I experience. I am so glad somebody wrote this. It's a great poem!

• by Priyanka
• 6 years ago

I love this poem. It has a very heart touching story. I also fall into this situation sometimes, and it's so difficult to overcome the depression.

• by Kimberly K Brooks, Parma, Ohio
• 6 years ago

This poem breaks my heart and soul. I am hurting in my heart for you, but also for my own daughter. After several years of living in complete misery and isolation, my children and myself are finally free now, but we are damaged and have so much emotional baggage that we carry around each and every day. My daughter went from this beautiful, outgoing, and optimistic little girl, to a very depressed and dead all the way to the core teenager. She is so dark inside and out now. However, I am starting to get her into counseling and hopefully with any luck and prayers my baby can find her way back out from the darkness that has engulfed her. Happiness and brightness are what you guys deserve and to know that your life is worth so much more than giving up or giving in.

• by JeezyLouise
• 6 years ago

This is such a sad but beautiful poem. You are really talented. Please don't ever try to change who you are to please others. Be yourself!

• by Divyanshi Verma
• 7 years ago

This is so true. The bitter truth of the society. They will not try to understand what you are and help you. Instead, they will want you to change and become a person they like. But no. We must stop. And be ourselves!

• by Neko Cat
• 7 years ago

I feel this way all the time, and whenever I try and talk about how I feel, everyone thinks I'm exaggerating.

• by Sylvia Gray-Perry, Chattaroy, Washington
• 7 years ago

This is so sad. It touched my soul. It's sad that other people have to go through terrible things, and are forced to live a life where they're not appreciated. I know how it feels. Most of the time, I'm curled up in bed, in excruciating pain. Both, physical and emotionally. I'm so sorry that this had to happen. I wish I could take away other people's pain away, as well as my own.

• by Abigail Paris
• 8 years ago

Wow. This got me! I could understand every word! Almost as if I wrote it myself!

• by Quinn C. Gravatt
• 8 years ago

I understand this poem more then I probably should. Sometimes I feel like I'm two different people, the person my friends and family want me to be, and then I'm the person I've become because of the depression. I went through a lot as a kid and grew up too fast but now it feels like I can't reverse time or even look at myself in the mirror without asking who is looking back at me.

• by Elizabeth, Singapore
• 8 years ago

"this is me giving up... this is one last goodbye."
you made me want to cry.

I was just at the hospital yesterday. my anti-depression drugs caused urinary retention. They stuck a catheter up me.. again..... this is the second time. It hurts. beyond that, it crushed my spirit. how much more can I take. First it's depression. Now it's this, caused by my deppression drugs.

I'm sick of this disease. the sinking feeling in my chest. the twisting feelings in my chest. the incessant crying, not knowing what I'm crying about, the constant tug of war with my therapist. the drugs... and now the psychogenic- full body uncontrolled tremors, nausea, gastric, migraines, urinary retention, constipation, fatigue, lethargy, total loss of self confidence, and having to pick myself up, having to figure out how to make ends meet......I want to give up. I want to give one last goodbye. I want to die...

• by Helen Downey, North Carolina
• 9 years ago

This touched me. I had depression too, legal drugs helped. Prayer and friends helped too. Thanks for letting me share this. Good luck.

• by Skylar, Us
• 9 years ago

This reminds me so much of my own life. What I go through everyday. How I feel. But you were the one that put it in words. You know what it's like to be me. You know. Exactly how it is. How hard it can be. I want to give up so bad, I know I'm not the one that needs to change, not on my own and not all alone. It's sad knowing that people do believe that we can change, when in reality we can not. We can not control these feelings not on our own. If only people weren't so blinded...