Depression Poem

Trying To Hide My Feelings

The struggle is real...

Featured Shared Story

This really matches what I feel. Sometimes I just get so many thoughts going through my mind I can't even comprehend them anymore, and if I were to share all of them I would probably be...

Read complete story

Share your story!

Lost In Pain

©

Published: January 2017

Anger. Pain.
It's getting harder to hide
All the feelings I've built up inside.

It's hard to explain
Without being considered insane,
So I've kept to myself
Until I realized I need help.

Even the weekends seem to be a chore.
Putting a smile on my face as I walk out the door. 

Wanting to run away,
But where can I go?
Around people or not, I still feel alone.

I cry all the time now.
I used to think I was strong.
Now it's a struggle just to hold on. 

To make it through the day
Without an odd look my way
Or someone asking me if I'm okay.

But maybe it will do me good
To let someone help if they could.
Just one hug is all I need.
Just one person that cares is all I plead.

And then I might get through another day
Of waiting for my anger and pain to fade away.

Advertisement

Advertisement

  • Stories 4
  • Shares 2665
  • Favorited 66
  • Votes 468
  • Rating 4.58
  • Poem of the Day
Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • by Rebaone Senosi
  • 2 months ago

Depression is something that we teenagers are dealing with right now. Not having a shoulder to cry on or a therapist to talk to makes it even worse because fear starts running inside your head. Not even adults can face it on their own. People fake their smiles, but deep down inside they know they are dying. Every morning you wake up, pretending as if everything is going smooth because that’s how we live in this world. Mostly, I want people to know that if you have a shoulder to cry one, someone to share your life with and telling him/her what you are going through, you’ll soon heal.

  • by Sumaro
  • 1 month ago

This is actually very relatable. "People fake their smiles..." It's actually something that I would do, (probably all my life) every day.

  • by Subhash Bansal
  • 2 months ago

This poem expresses the mental health and situation of a lot of people in simple and convincing words. The question is why such situations develop? I feel it is because of dissatisfaction with what we have. We consider ourselves the most genius, the most studious, and the most deserving persons in the world. Our egos get so much inflated that we do not want to share and we keep crying all the times without valid reasons. If we start looking towards the people who are less fortunate, who have been denied opportunities more times than us, perhaps we may feel obliged to the supreme power for giving what we deserve, not what we desire. Medical intervention also helps to some extent in such situations. My own experience supports my opinion.
-Subhash Bansal

  • by Brian
  • 1 year ago

This really matches what I feel. Sometimes I just get so many thoughts going through my mind I can't even comprehend them anymore, and if I were to share all of them I would probably be thought of as insane. I get distracted partially by this sadness, and I find it hard to complete certain tasks. I just keep going using as much effort as I can muster in hope that someday I will find someone I can love, and understand, and feel comforted by while caring for them too. But these feelings feel so out of reach. They are tantalizing me with something that I may never reach. Sometimes I want to just curl up in a corner and block out everything, sit in a black room so I'm alone and can suffer in my own mind and never harm anyone in any way. But part of me doesn't want that. There's hope that I can change. When I see others suffering like this I want to help them, but I never do. I say something with the best intentions, but I feel like I slashed it. My empathy is a demon in its own.

Back to Top