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Wanting Depression To Go Away

Depression seems as if it will never end.

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My name is Izzy. This is exactly how I would explain my life. I'm 12, and I've had depression and anxiety for 4 years now, almost 5. I thought I was the only one my age that was like this,...

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Depression Is Never Ending

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Published: February 2008

Depression is here every day,
And it never goes away.
Go away! I yell into the dark,
As if someone is there.
I feel as if I'm a prisoner
In the dungeon's lair.
And as always, no one cares.
Do I dare?
Dare to care about anyone but me?
Could it be,
Someone there?
Someone there to care?
No, just an image.
That's the way it will always be,
No matter how hard I try.
I just want to get by.
I go through life day by day.
I thought pain was supposed
To go away with time,
But it's not.
It's still here,
Here with the fear,
Fear that I will get hurt more.

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  • by Mikhena Izzy
  • 1 month ago

My name is Izzy. This is exactly how I would explain my life. I'm 12, and I've had depression and anxiety for 4 years now, almost 5. I thought I was the only one my age that was like this, but I read some other stories of people, and now I know I am not alone in this world. I always cry myself to sleep, but now that I have seen all these poems, I've started to write my own. That helps a lot.

  • by Arthur Schmiegelow
  • 1 year ago

My name is Arthur and I am 13 years old. I also suffer from depressive and suicidal feelings and thoughts. I love writing poems, but lately it just keeps getting worse and worse. My inspiration to do anything or create anything has faded into nonexistence a long time ago...Here is one of my most recent poems:

A surge of emotion. Blinded, a thought.
A knife, sharp, dull, useless.
Fear of myself, my thoughts, my being
Purpose. What is it?
No one understands, I cannot explain.
Despairing, falling an endless void
Of confusing, angry thoughts, feelings, impressions.
Overwhelming, dissolving, buzzing, paralyzed. Think!
Fazed, lights, a drop.
Me. Darkness comes, pulling, wielding a destructive force.
Engulfed in flames of dark.
Sinking into a cracked mirror of reality...
Sleep.

  • by Kate Steele
  • 2 months ago

Arthur, your very moving poem describes so painfully the reality of depression, particularly among young people. Thank you so much for posting this poem; I really hope that it will resonate with others who are experiencing depression, and I also hope that you will continue to express yourself through poetry. I find writing is therapeutic and I hope you do too.

  • by My.Mind.101
  • 7 months ago

Hey Arthur, first I just wanted to say that your poem is really nice, and I enjoyed reading it. I understand this completely. Though I'm only 12, I've spent 2 years struggling to live with my depression. I have to say, when I saw that you were only 13, it hurt to see young people like myself hurting even though I know that it is already so common.

  • by Crybaby
  • 1 year ago

I feel everything in this poem, and I need to read this more. Every time I read it I think more and more about my life and how sad it is.

  • by Ally McClary
  • 1 year ago

Hey, it's okay. We all have that time where nothing goes right some more severe than others. But people care for you, your family, your friends, maybe even just someone you don't realize. You are loved and you need to remember that. Remember the happy memories and create more.

  • by Jeremy Jacob
  • 1 year ago

Hey, I know that it's been a hard time for you....I've got the same feeling too, and I'm looking for someone to help me, and it did help me a little. Now the decision is up to me, and I choose to be stronger, even if I'm still falling or feeling really, really down, but I know that if I keep on living I do have a bright future even when I am in full of despair. Right now I'm 17, and yes...all I want for all of us is to have a great life and even now I'm still fighting with my own bad side...and still I'm alive right now. Dear friend, no matter what, hope is always there. Sometimes you just have to wipe up your heart to see it and grab it. Thank you and take care, for there will always a person who loves you. Take one step at a time. Good luck...

  • by Eva Alicia Vicente
  • 1 year ago

Ok love, look. I know how it feels when you're so young but you only feel like ending it. I've been there, and I wanna tell you something, and it's the most cliche thing to say. Get help, and it'll get better. It doesn't have to be professional help, not until you're ready, but it will get better. It's not easy and it's not fast. I've been battling it for five years, but you know what? Sometimes I catch myself thinking: "I'm glad I didn't take all those pills that day" or "I'm glad I threw away that rope."

Love, I'm 18 now, and I won't claim to be a life expert, but I know what it's like to be 13 and depressed. And it sucks. Big time. Rely on your friends, hang in there, and never, NEVER resort to self-harm. It's a horrible habit that's really hard to get out of even when you're ok, and it leaves ugly scars on your skin you don't need. By the way, you are an amazing writer and if you keep up like this, you will see your importance one day. I promise.

  • by Rose H. Mari
  • 1 year ago

I love the way you write. Being a person whom also suffers from depression, I can agree. Everybody turns away from you and pretends that you're okay for their own sake. My parents don't want to admit that I have issues. It is much too embarrassing for them. I'm only 14 yet have suffered from Anxiety my entire life and lately depression, I am much too young to suffer, yet it seems nobody is willing to help.

However at the end of every pitch black tunnel, there will always be light. Whether a pinpoint, or a world. Sometimes just the smallest happiness is enough.

  • by Riley Stringer
  • 9 months ago

Hello, Rose. My name is Riley, and I am only 11 years old and used to be the brightest little kid until my parents' divorce. Now I am just full of depression and anxiety, and I got into therapy. It helps quite a bit. Maybe try talking about it to your parents. It may help you.

  • by Valerie N. Montgomery, Fort Smith Arkansas
  • 2 years ago

It seems that pain is an inspiration to many of us. The poetry created from such anguish becomes a written form of mental and emotional battles. Telling the feelings we cannot express verbally. Depression is not an easy feat. In fact, it is a hurdle we have to face every day and a lot of times, multiple encounters arise. Seemingly close to impossible. Just know that there are many others out there that share similarities when it comes to the inner pain you fight. You are not alone!! Keep up with your writing. It makes for a wonderful calming and coping skill. I'm thinking and praying for you.

  • by Mirranda
  • 2 years ago

I never had a dad. My father was abusive and for 8 1/2 years I allowed it. I'm 16 now and it's been four years since the last attack, I never thought life could get better but it did. I felt like I was always going to be depressed like I had nothing to live for. In all reality, life sucks, it has it's ups and downs just like people and depression isn't easy, but having someone to talk to is really important. I learned over the course of four years that life is what you make of it and on days like today when I'm super depressed and feel like giving up I know I have to fight. I know life will some day be worth it and that eventually it will all be okay.............Just hold on tight it WILL get better.

  • by Sadness Seth
  • 2 years ago

No. It does not improve. My life has been horrible. A mom who deemed me useless and left me. Never telling me why. A "dad" who was literally never there. A "mom" who believes in only herself and will lash out if I don't see her way. Another father gone, never saying goodbye, never letting me know what I did wrong. "Friends" who'd gladly mock me and act like I don't exist. Pretending to care when I'm there and stealing everything I enjoy when I am still looking. A school that bands together to destroy my kind. The different, the strange, the undefended. The hypocrisy of the world is sickening. I fled to religion, looking for sanctuary, but it did not come. Sitting and listening to lectures of turning the other cheek and to be beat up on the front steps the moment I didn't, the lesson of the week was over. What is the point anymore, living in this den of vile and live in evil. Why more should I woe for the sake of being taken down and used as a stool? NO MORE!

  • by Nataya
  • 3 years ago

Your style of writing is impressive! Continue writing! Just from this single poem, I can see the hurt and pain inside. I may not know what your situation is, but please don't result to any self-harming. With just seeing how creative and beautiful your writing is, I just know that you are a special person. Don't let words or the actions of others affect you. Like I said, I don't know your situation, but hold strong because if you succumb to the hands of your captors, then you'll just be a victim. Don't be. No one should be a victim because each individual is crazily unique in their own way. Our individualness(<---- definitely not a word) makes the world go round. Stay strong, and be optimistic! And continue writing cause you've definitely got some talent!

  • by Paul Lavanini
  • 3 months ago

Natasha,
Your comment may have been 3 years ago, but what you said to the poet was very true. I personally don't think depression ever leaves a person; it's just the person's outlook on life that changes as we age, generally more positive. It's true that youth is wasted on the young. The writer had the whole world at her feet and her whole life ahead of her. She had so much going for her, but depression hid it all from her.

  • by Annika, School
  • 4 years ago

Hey! Sarah listen I know exactly how you feel I've been there and still am, but you know what people care whether you chose to see it or not!!! That is your choice. But I understand completely what it's like I'm still in the same position as you but I know this, killing yourself or cutting yourself won't do any good it will only bring pain to those around you and believe me when I say the darkness will end. Killing yourself is a permanent solution to a temporary problem just know that.

  • by A Dark Lonesome Location
  • 4 years ago

This poem is an exact definition of depression I myself have experienced it and almost stabbed a knife through my brain please believe tis poem is so real

  • by Saoirse, The Dark Depths Of Her Mind
  • 5 years ago

Exactly how I feel every single day. Nobody cares. Saying I'm crazy and to get a life. I'm damn sick of it. Tired of being made fun of, having to sit by myself every lunch break. Summer isn't much better. Constant complaining from my parents on how I'm too fat. Make it end. ;~;

  • by A Dark Lonesome Location
  • 5 years ago

Dear poets, this poem sound so real. I tell you, it's very much not a pleasant feeling...

  • by Deyanira
  • 6 years ago

I thought I was the only one with beautiful dark poetry, but I am amazed by your art in your poem with those words I feel the same way as you described in the poem. Thanks for your words I have made my poetry better than ever with dark words and descriptions. You are a true poem master like I will be in the future!!

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