The Darkness

• by Alli Faye Bushong
• 1 year ago

This poem is so relatable. I grew up with a drug addict father who abused my mom. Now that I have gotten older and I understand what addiction is, all it does is break my heart. I always put on sort of a mask. I wear makeup and a fake smile...until I get home. After I get home that's when the Darkness creeps in. All the built up feelings and emotions just let out, especially at night time. I honestly, as a 13 year old girl, will say that anyone who can relate to this is so, so, so strong and beautiful on the inside and out. Most people say that teens my age can't be depressed, that they don't know what depression is, but I can assure you that depression in kids my age is REAL. But I love this poem. Keep up with the amazing work. Sorry to anyone who can relate to this.

• by J_
• 1 year ago

For me, depression starts at teenage times. I am 14 years old, and yes, I struggled from it too, but I believe there is a reason in everything. You change a lot once you get really hurt, and my family realized that I really changed. My physical health, mental, and even my emotional is getting weaker, and I can tell that this isn't really me or my old self anymore. Really everything drives me crazy, and I don't really tell people about my condition, even my own parents. I'm pretty sure everyone goes through their own struggles.
Psalm 23:1 "The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want."

I'm just telling my experience, and I hope we all learn from our own mistakes. I love you even if I don't know you, but you're an amazing person, and I believe we can all work things out. We may not fight in physical battles like wars or something, but we are also warriors who fight our own battles that no one knows. I know that you can win this battle, and I know you're strong enough to face it. You can do this!

• by Siena
• 2 years ago

This really explains exactly how it's like living with depression. I'm 14 years old and have struggled with my mental health for years now, even though last year was when it started to get extremely bad. It's true what you say...when night slowly creeps in, so does that dark feeling in my chest, the feeling that makes me feel as if giving up may just be the better option. It's sad when people think you're okay or you'll be okay just because they don't understand it, but one day I really hope all of us struggling will be okay because even though we seem "okay'' during the day, it doesn't mean we are and this battle we have to fight truly is one of the hardest things in the world.

• by Arizona Ice Grey
• 3 years ago

Hi, I am a 14-year-old tomboy, but I don't really have friends. I like this poem because it really sounds like me somehow. I get how you feel. I was tricked by fake friends all the time. My family just says, "It gets better, just hold on." But how can I hold on when I am in a tornado of my thoughts? No one really gets how I feel. I just have to act happy and sing when they want me to so it doesn't show. Thank you for making this, and I really get how you feel.

• by Althea B Carter
• 3 years ago

As the day passes by, I go away smiling, but when night falls, I go away crying. I hide my pain because I feel ashamed. Through my eyes I flow a dry river, but in my heart, I feel wet drips. Day and Night are different in color but a human fear is color blind.

• by Tania Perez
• 3 years ago

The following lines really hit me:

They tell me, "You will be happy one day.
All you need do is fight."
But what they seem to forget
Is after each day comes the night.

I am crying out loud because of the recognition. Thank you so much, you beautiful soul. I feel so much love because of reading these poems, and I feel less alone. Thank you so much!

• by Anonymous
• 4 years ago

This poem describes how I feel constantly on the inside and how I handle the fog of depression that threatens to swallow me whole. I know I'm not alone, but it helps to have a reminder of who I am. Others think that I'm perfect when the truth is I'm just me. I'm only human, and I know it's not an excuse, but I wish I could be decisive about what I want; I try to stay hopeful, but when a problem arises, I feel great doubt and dejection in my heart. It's a horrible way to feel...

• by Grace Mugisha
• 4 years ago

People always say that in life we have a choice and all we need is to choose what we want. But for me in life, there is no choice. No matter how hard life can be, no one seems to understand us. They think our sadness and pain is a choice. So for me, I choose to keep quiet and pretend everything is fine.

• by Marilyn Barbour
• 4 years ago

It's a beautiful poem and it's so true. You have touched my heart with your poem because no one understands, so we go along pretending we are ok and wait as the burdens get heavier.

• by Chantel
• 5 years ago

During the day everything seems fine, like l can fight this. I listen to all those inspirational and motivational quotes, and a spark of hope ignites in me. Yet when night comes, everything falls apart. I just sit all alone, crying. I'm not strong enough, and I just want to end it now. The worst part is that I can't rid myself of this darkness; it just sits there waiting for nightfall to swallow me whole.

• by Amber M. Scholtec
• 5 years ago

This poem, as I was reading it...it felt as though I was looking in the mirror. I have much more than just depression, which I fight through every day. You are right as how you put it. In the light it doesn't show, but when night falls, you always know! I'm sorry.