I've written everything I have to say,
But the words, they rot and fall away.
So with a hole in the bottom, I'm stuck in the same boat as before
And slowly sinking just in sight of shore.
I am Sam. I am twelve years old, and I moved to Arizona over a year ago. I was diagnosed with depression two or three years ago, and sometimes I consider killing myself. I never have, and I...
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Behind this calm face there is a raging storm,
Like a war in my head since the day I was born.
Behind this smile there is a lonely sad frown,
My head is not right today.
I have no idea why it's this way.
It switches from one thought to another.
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No one knows what I feel today
Or that I'm dying inside.
No one knows the pain I'm in,
For it's nothing a smile can't hide.
She looks in the mirror, and what does she see?
Something frail, broken, and unfree.
She sees the pain swollen in her eyes.
She sees the cuts she marked on her thighs.
Each day I live, the pain consumes
What little sanity I have bloomed,
Like walking in a cloud of fog
Falling down, sinking into smog.
Hi Anamika!
I'm really sorry that you have to go through the same thing that I've had to struggle with. You're right! It can be very awkward to tell your parents about your depression! The...
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It's hard to explain those
demons inside,
the daily struggle,
the daily ride.
This poem really catches something in me. I'm 17 and have struggled with depression since I was around 12. Diagnosed when I was 15 and hospitalized twice for trying to end my life. Depression...
"You're always smiling."
"You're always laughing."
"How can you be happy all the time?"
Hi, I’m 13, and I have clinical depression. This poem honestly made me feel like someone finally gets what I go through on a day-to-day basis. I am constantly expected to have this mask. Then...
He traps me like a prisoner.
Never lets me see the light.
Never lets me go.
He keeps me up at night.
I can relate to this poem. I hate every second of my life because I stay in this house and am used. Please, if you are reading this, stop and pray for my soul.
Confusion sets in.
My mind is a blur.
Overthinking too much,
So hard to endure.
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