Depression Poem by Teens

Trying To Make Sense Of How I Feel

I'm depressed, and last night, instead of using a razor, I used a pencil to write down these words on a paper instead of my wrist. I've been depressed for a few months now. My close friends know, but they don't try to help me or get me to get help. They just live their lives normally, thinking nothing is wrong with me. I know they care, but sometimes it seems as if they don't. I'm hoping one of them will read this and help me.

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Beautiful poem. You are brave for choosing words instead of the razor. Words could heal, and they could also bridge the broken end where there are scars and hollow soft sobs. I have a close...

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Which One Is It?

Published: December 2016

I'm depressed.
I'm happy.
Which one is it?
I ask myself each day.

I hate you.
I love you.
Which one is it?
I ask myself each day.

I want to die.
I want to live.
Which one is it?
I ask myself each day.

I want to cry.
I want to smile.
Which one is it?
I ask myself each day.

I'm depressed, but you think I'm happy.
I love you, but sometimes you think I hate you.
I want to live, but I don't know how.
I want to smile, but I can't stop crying.

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by Ilikebubba, Nairobi, Kenya
3 years ago

Beautiful poem. You are brave for choosing words instead of the razor. Words could heal, and they could also bridge the broken end where there are scars and hollow soft sobs. I have a close friend who has depression too, and I know how hard it is for a friend to handle it all. Maybe, you don't need to ask more from your friends, their days come and go. Yours should not halt. No matter how frustrating it is, if they are still holding your hand, walking by you, crying with you, fighting and still calling you a friend - darling, that is love warmer than a night of pillow talks.