Depression Poem

Pretending To Make It Through Life

I'm always battling depression. Sometimes I feel like I'm not even there. I put up a front for my family, but I'm dying inside.

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This hit me hard. This is exactly what I felt every day. Without my "friends" I had nothing to think about. I felt numb. With them I can't think about what's happening inside my head.

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Dead Inside

Kerri L. Copeland © more by Kerri L. Copeland

Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018 with permission of the author.

She may seem alive
But she's dead inside.
How can one live
When the important things died?

You can't just take it away
If you never even know
The dark things tearing out her soul
That she'll never choose to show.

She's dead and alive,
And it's no way to live,
So the numbness envelopes.
She has nothing to give.

She's pretending to be all that is real.
Pretending to hurt when she can't even feel.
Pretending to look when she can't even see.
Pretending to love when she can't even be.

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ABOUT THE POET:

I am married and I have a son that is almost 16 years old. My husband is not his biological father, however, they get along fantastically and I could not have asked for better. My son is amazing. He is in AP classes and works very hard. My husband has a very strong personality, we’ll say. When the two of us clash, it’s basically...

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This hit me hard. This is exactly what I felt every day. Without my "friends" I had nothing to think about. I felt numb. With them I can't think about what's happening inside my head.

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