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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I am hurting inside, and I’m hoping someone could hear me out. I constantly cry and weep daily because my present situation is killing me. Where are you my darling creator? For how long will...

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Silent Screams

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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 feelings of sadness and darkness that come in its herds.

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

It's 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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  • Jaffarullah A by Jaffarullah A
  • 1 month ago

I couldn't stop crying. How so many of us are ignorant of the suffering they endure silently. She fought for a while unsuccessfully and vanished so suddenly.

  • Alyena R. Robinson by Alyena R. Robinson
  • 2 months ago

This poem basically sums up what it feels like to be me.

  • Falade Oyindamola by Falade Oyindamola
  • 2 months ago

I am hurting inside, and I’m hoping someone could hear me out. I constantly cry and weep daily because my present situation is killing me. Where are you my darling creator? For how long will I have to endure the pain and agony of a broken home where I have to fend and look out for myself? Having a sister, I told her to go and babysit for a family so she would be able to get her daily feeding. I have an elder sister who makes sure we eat on a daily basis by constantly working. I have a mother who is down with a partial stroke and couldn’t get the health treatment she needed due to financial incapability, and my father is battling with his phase of life. It’s obvious her condition is really affecting her mentally due to the way she behaves most of the time. What life could be this sad? I hope the creator finds us worthy of help.

  • Ryan Cepeda by Ryan Cepeda
  • 3 months ago

I could see myself in this poem notably when I was scrambling to tell my friends the reason of my immediate change. I was once so voracious, I say my thoughts out loud, and I was so approachable, until I was betrayed by a friend. I think that was the most significant cursor why I am afraid to voice out my problems and to tell them what's wrong with me. Even my best and trusted friends couldn't understand my sudden change. They said I became so silent, timid and sad. It's just when you realized that no one can understand because they didn't even listen to you. They may have heard your problem, but they really don't even care. Now, I was devoured by that change. Some claim I'm depressed, but honestly, I prefer this feeling where no one asks and no one intervenes.

  • Isabelle Gilbert by Isabelle Gilbert
  • 3 months 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.

  • Michael by Michael
  • 4 months ago

When I was little had had depression because my brother was moving to New York.

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