Depression Poem by Teens

Just a poem I wrote, not sure if it is all that good, but whatever....

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This touched me deeply. My brother was murdered by his great uncle at the age of 15. He was also molested by him. His great uncle tried to make it look like he killed himself. I was 13 at the...

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Wrist Cutter

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Published: August 2011

I slit my wrist to erase the pain.
you look at me and think I'm insane.
My eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Look at my scars, then you will see
why I can't seem to go around and fake happy,
yet you tell me you love me, that you'll forget,
for I'll soon be gone, and I'll be your greatest regret.
So let me die, broken and scarred,
I can't deal with life, it's getting far too hard.
Everything's gone wrong; it's not worth trying,
so leave me alone because I feel like I'm dying.
I don't want you to worry,
because my life is ending in a hurry.
I'll be fine and happy, you see,
for death is what I wished for and soon it will be.

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  • by Someone..
  • 8 months ago

This touched me deeply. My brother was murdered by his great uncle at the age of 15. He was also molested by him. His great uncle tried to make it look like he killed himself. I was 13 at the time. I couldn't handle the pain with everything going on at school (I wasn't bullied) and my stepmom yelling at me and having me clean constantly. I went to cutting. It quickly became an addiction. I couldn't stop. It was the only way I could sleep. My parents didn't notice enough, but I stopped on my wrists and did it on my thighs. It started in August of 2016 and ended in February 2017. I did it in school and at friends' houses. I lost friends. My dad threatened to send me to a mental institution. That didn't stop me. I went to therapy but didn't talk. My parents are disappointed in me. They constantly bring it up. Don't ever cut. It's terrible. It doesn't fix anything at all.

  • by Ella Louise Lynch
  • 2 months ago

I'm only twelve, so people think I don't have feelings. They think all I can be is happy. Well, gosh, they're wrong. I got caught cutting my wrists and got sent to therapy. What I'm most annoyed about is that people think all I am is cheerful. I don't cut for fun. They just don't understand!

  • by Ellie
  • 1 year ago

I feel the same way, like nobody cares.
I am always there, always in despair.
I am in depression too, you see.
I am surprised someone else feels like me.

  • by Deziray Wall
  • 4 years ago

I think that this poem is very touching in a way that a lot of people wouldn't understand. Some people might even read this and find it disturbing and dark. But to people who have truly gone through this and have felt the pain that we feel, I think that to them this is someone finding their voice. I'm looking forward to seeing more of your work! Keep writing!!

  • by Donna Mackenzie, Metford
  • 4 years ago

I feel this way a lot of the time! This is bloody brilliant! For as long as you kept writing this, I will read them <3

  • by Shelby Melo, Katy TX
  • 5 years ago

Hi my name is Jessica
This poem was exactly how I feel. It really touched me because it's so true. A lot of my friends have died from suicide. On Christmas morning I went to a friends house and she committed suicide I tried to stop her but it was to late. I called 911 but she then fell asleep on my arms. I am now depressed and I cut.

  • by Maci Smith
  • 2 years ago

Don't. Because life, believe it or not, is worth it. I'm 12 and I cut because people are jerks. And I shouldn't really care what they think, but I do. I just want cutting to be over for everyone.

  • by Meghna, Toronto
  • 5 years ago

This is a really really touching poem.
I've been wanting to write an emotional poem that will tug peoples heart strings for a long time, but I could never think of any ideas.
After reading this, I'm thinking about how I can write about depression, self harm, and suicide.
I'm also participating in a 'Poetry Slam' behalf of my school, and this inspires me so much!

Question: Do you mind if I use a few lines of your poem? I'm just curious. :')

  • by Antonia, Misouri
  • 7 years ago

Hunny, this is amazing! I love this!!! Keep writing!!!!!!!

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