Hurting...
Why am I steady asking myself things
I probably will never know like why my heart has grown so cold
not to others but to myself..
I cut, I cry, I bleed why not just die??...
Depression Poems - Page 7
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My Death
A silenty shadow
stalking me in the night.
The doors are open
but I cannot see the light.... -
Out Of Great Sadness Came Great Joy
"out of great sadness came great joy"
living a life that seemed full of hopelessness and despair,
not thinking anything mattered least of all me,... -
Remember Our Daughters
Poem About Helping Someone With DepressionI have often been thin. Not skinny or scat
I'm not overly large... I hate the word fat.
I'm 50 years young, full of vim and vigour,
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Push Me
Fell In Love With The Wrong PersonI do not know
I am so confused
who made me this way?
will I ever know?...Featured Shared StoryI promised myself that I'd never fall for him. My heart assured me that everything was okay. My eyes showed me that he was Mr. Wrong. Then we started having long conversations until late in...
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It's The True Me All Along
Tears fell from the sky, hate steamed down my cheek, anger, pain, kept inside.
No one to cry, but me.
Heaven above, hell below.
I looked in the mirror ugly showed. ... -
I Hide
Feeling WorthlessDue to my twisted sense of pride
Having no one in which to confide
Taught to never show the tears I've cried
Many times wishing I had diedFeatured Shared StoryI hear you loud and clear, my friend. I'm 40 years old and there is not one living soul who knows the TRUE me, and that's really sad. I have a mother, father, brothers, sisters, husband, and...
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Dancing In The Rain
Poem About Seeking Help For DepressionYou've had those feelings... you wish your life was done.
You're broken, defeated, and overcome.
Each day more challenging than the last.
Moments of weakness...emotions consistently masked.Featured Shared StoryBeautiful. Starting with pessimistic feelings, ending optimistically. True.
Friends can change our lives for the better. Life is not to suffer, but to enjoy. How Is left to us to... -
Lost And Found
A Family Coping With DepressionLost - a mother depended on for everything
Found - a father who helped make us more decisive
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When You Look At Me
I'm Not The Person You SeeWhen you look at me,
What do you see?
I bet if you look deep enough
You would see right through me.
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