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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Hello. I am Stella. I am 10. I live in Chicago and I have depression too. I know what it feels like. You are so strong and so brave to wake up every day even knowing that you are depressed. 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 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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  • 5 months ago

Hello. I am Stella. I am 10. I live in Chicago and I have depression too. I know what it feels like. You are so strong and so brave to wake up every day even knowing that you are depressed. I now look up to you because of your story, Madi. Thank you for writing this. Stay strong. I am with you.

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