Depression Poem

Chronically Depressed

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.

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I am Sam. I am twelve years old, and I moved to Arizona over a year ago. I was diagnosed with depression two or three years ago, and sometimes I consider killing myself. I never have, and I...

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Published: March 2009

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 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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  • Evelyn R. by Evelyn R.
  • 2 months ago

Hello, I am Evelyn, and I am 10 years of age. I suffer with chronic depression. I understand the daily struggle to get up in the morning and get through the day. You are so strong and brave to get through the day! Thank you for inspiring me with your poem. Stay strong! Thank you!

  • Sam by Sam
  • 2 months ago

I am Sam. I am twelve years old, and I moved to Arizona over a year ago. I was diagnosed with depression two or three years ago, and sometimes I consider killing myself. I never have, and I hope I never will. I struggle to get out of bed in the morning though, and my mom taking away a lot of my social media didn't help. I can't make people laugh or be happy anymore. I'm genderfluid and pansexual, and my mom "supports" me, but she doesn't support genderfluidity. I used to hurt myself, but I stopped. These type of poems give me hope and show that I'm not completely alone, that it might get better. I guess thanks...

  • Diane by Diane, California
  • 5 years ago

I'm 20 and wow. I wrote a poem very similar to this :'(, I sometimes feel I am the only one dying from pain. It's so crazy to see how someone else felt or is feeling what I am.

  • Eleni by Eleni, Wyoming
  • 6 years ago

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?

  • Chris Fourneir by Chris Fourneir
  • 6 years ago

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

  • Julie by Julie, Canada
  • 8 years ago

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. !

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