Depression Poem

Depression And Anxiety

I've been suffering with depression and anxiety since I was a kid. At the time, I didn't know what it was. It used to feel like screaming inside and hoping someone would hear it and help me. But no one can hear silent screams.

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Silent Screams

Published: September 4, 2019

Can't you hear my silent screams?
They are so loud they echo in my dreams.

Behind this face that carries a smile
Lies a dark road that goes on mile after mile.

My silent screams have been going on for years,
But it always falls on so many deaf ears.

How can they hear these silent screams in my mind?
They can't hear my thoughts if I keep telling them I'm fine.

What can I tell them? These silent screams carry no words.
It's just feeling of sadness and darkness that comes in its herds.

How can I explain so people understand this?
It's like walking around in a suffocating black mist.

Its holding on to happiness like holding water in your hands.
It just trickles between your fingers and disappears into the sands.

I can't explain how this feels; it's so extreme,
So I hold my mouth shut to cover my silent screams.

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by Isabelle Gilbert
2 weeks ago

I am honestly the same way right now. When I go to places and see friends and family, I smile, and to them I am happy. But on the inside, I'm sad, and I'm screaming out to them so that they might see I'm not doing as okay as they think. Every time I try to show someone that I am alone or I need help, they are blinded by my plastered smile or they go deaf by my loud calling. I think that it is going to be a long time before someone notices or until I find a way to let them know that my city is burning on the inside and I'm the only suffering survivor.