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21. The Darkness

I've struggled with severe depression and anxiety for years. Most people tell you it will all be fine and you will be okay, but that doesn't make it better, and that is what this poem is expressing.

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- By Dallas E. Krystof
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Loved Ones Not Understanding Your Depression

You would never know it,
The constant pain I feel,
Because in the light of day
It almost isn't real.

You would never know it,
The constant pain I feel,
Because in the light of day
It almost isn't real.

Sure, I'll play, I'll laugh,
I'll sing some songs,
But that pain is always lurking
Because it's been here all along.

And when the darkness comes
With its all-consuming power,
It slowly takes my soul
Hour by dreadful hour.

But they tell me that I'm strong enough.
They swear that it gets better.
They say, "If you can just hold out
and bear this stormy weather."

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.

And so I act along.
I play my part
While this crushing darkness
Slowly breaks my heart.
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22. Hollow

When you can't express the agony and pain inside of you, poetry is one of the ways to get it out. I wrote this poem when I just couldn't find the meaning in anything. Everything was numb. I was paralyzed. A feeling so dreadful that I turned into an empty shell. I doubted every emotion I felt. I tried so hard to get through it all. I was broken. I no longer wanted to feel love. I just wanted the dreadful feeling to end. I hope you like it. This poem is for those you have felt like this.
- By Fathimath L. Ahmed
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Feeling Numb

Emotions.
Do you feel them?
She was numb and frozen,
Yet it dimly sparkled like a dying gem.

Emotions.
Do you feel them?
She was numb and frozen,
Yet it dimly sparkled like a dying gem.

Broken.
Do you know what that feels like?
Piercing explosions,
Burning afflictions,
Hollers of agonizing cries.
She had nothing left inside.

Eyes closed,
Heartbeat stopped,
Barely alive.

She was a hollow shell.
Into an endless oblivion she fell,
Pitch black and nearly brain dead.
There was nothing in her life ahead.

Passion.
Why is it so strong?
She was deprived from it.
Devils had done her heart way too many wrongs.
Killed was the lust,
Lost was the temptation.

Love.
Why is it so painful?
Once crystal clear and beautiful,
Now a turned poison from what was as pure as golden dust.

She wanted nothing to do with it.
Not long ago it had made her bleed.

Hidden thorns
On her skin that burned.

She was a hollow shell.
Into an endless oblivion she fell.
Pitch black and nearly brain dead.
There was nothing in her life ahead.

Eyes opened,
Tears flowed,
Standing in front of a mirror,
Watching as she wholly became hollow.
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23. Tidal Wave

While battling with depression and anxiety, I have found that writing poetry is one of the only ways I can get out my stress and relieve some of my angst. I have many friends and family members who deal with depression, and I'm hoping other people can find some comfort in my words knowing they're not alone.
- By Brian L. Barrett
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2018 with permission of the Author.
Overwhelming Emotions

In our darkest nights and our brightest days,
emotions fill us like tidal waves.

They can drag us down and pull us in,

In our darkest nights and our brightest days,
emotions fill us like tidal waves.

They can drag us down and pull us in,
trying to drown us from within.

They can raise us up or let us down,
but if you don't know how to swim, you'll simply drown.

There are storms across my seven seas,
lightning strikes, sharks circling me.

My legs are tired, my chest is tight.
I'm not sure how much longer I can fight.

I gasp for air, I scream and shout,
But these tidal waves try to drown me out.
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24. Cries

A teenage girl who can't tell anyone how she truly feels because she is scared of being judged. She hides her sadness behind a fake smile so nobody will know she's not happy.
- By Emily Harstine
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2017 with permission of the Author.
Not Being Able To Tell Anyone How You Feel

I feel the tears fall as I lay here and cry.
Nobody knows that all my happiness is a lie.

You see, I can't really smile; I haven't in a while.

I feel the tears fall as I lay here and cry.
Nobody knows that all my happiness is a lie.

You see, I can't really smile; I haven't in a while.
It seems like my new style.

Inside I cry; everything I say is a lie.
I feel like I'm going to die, but I really don't know why.

One minute I'm smiling and the next I'm frowning.
I honestly feel like I'm slowly drowning.

For I will shed more tears; I'll feel this way for several years.
When I was younger this was one of my biggest fears.

Why didn't anyone tell me life would turn out this way?
I'm crying at night and pretending to be happy by day.

I'm always really sad.
I just pretend that it's not that bad.

Stop listening to my lies.
They just hide my cries.
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25. Describing Imaginary Things

Many people don't understand that depression isn't just feeling sad: it's a real disorder, and you can't cure it by saying, "Buck up, sweetie." In a way, this poem is meant to show how most people simply don't understand depression and how people with it feel. A friend of mine was diagnosed with depression, and one night she desperately tried to explain to me what it was like. I was shocked by what I didn't understand. The poem was born from that and told in her perspective.
- By Katie R.
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2017 with permission of the Author.
Poem On What It Feels Like To Live With Depression

"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."
And in a way, I guess it's true.
In every other way,

"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."
And in a way, I guess it's true.
In every other way,
It's a lie.

Tonight you ask me
What depression feels like.
I think, then tell you
That it's sort of like
Slowly clicking up a roller coaster hill,
Waiting and waiting to peak,
But never reaching the top.

You seem confused
But don't ask anything else.
Soon enough you're gossiping about
How that girl we know got pregnant.
You don't understand that
I am still climbing that godforsaken hill.

People call me heartless,
Robotic.
I wonder if they realize
How difficult it is to function
When you're not sure if you even exist.

And here I am,
Dodging your politely, forcefully concerned gaze,
As you ask me what's wrong.
"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."

I wish I could explain depression to you
Once again and scream about
How I wish I could feel anything.
Do you really want to know what depression is like?
Depression is like having a disinterested corpse
Skillfully stowed in the shell of my body.

"You seem so sad lately.
Can't you at least pretend to care?"
Oh, honey, if you only knew.
You ramble on about this and that,
But I'm no longer listening.
You could dig for centuries
And never strike my dying core.

And THAT, my innocent, naive fool,
Is what depression feels like.
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26. When You Look At Me

This poem is about my everyday life and people not being able to see the real me. But in this poem I'm telling them that my smile they see every day is fake.
- By Mary
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2017 with permission of the Author.
I'm Not The Person You See

When you look at me,
What do you see?
I bet if you look deep enough
You would see right through me.

When you look at me,
What do you see?
I bet if you look deep enough
You would see right through me.
If you look deep in my eyes,
You would forget all my lies.
You would tell that I'm hurt.
All you have to do is be more alert.
Do you know what it's like
To cry silently every night?
What y'all really see
Is not the real me.
I'm broken inside,
Even if you don't see it,
So look at me again.
What do you see?
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27. Lost In Pain

The struggle is real...
- By Steff
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017 with permission of the Author.
Trying To Hide My Feelings

Anger. Pain.
It's getting harder to hide
All the feelings I've built up inside.

Anger. Pain.
It's getting harder to hide
All the feelings I've built up inside.

It's hard to explain
Without being considered insane,
So I've kept to myself
Until I realized I need help.

Even the weekends seem to be a chore.
Putting a smile on my face as I walk out the door.

Wanting to run away,
But where can I go?
Around people or not, I still feel alone.

I cry all the time now.
I used to think I was strong.
Now it's a struggle just to hold on.

To make it through the day
Without an odd look my way
Or someone asking me if I'm okay.

But maybe it will do me good
To let someone help if they could.
Just one hug is all I need.
Just one person that cares is all I plead.

And then I might get through another day
Of waiting for my anger and pain to fade away.
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28. Worth

Sometimes feeling alone can mean many things. Expressing ourselves through poems can also be an attempt at reaching out for help. I hope this poem reminds people of that, because it isn't meant to create more sadness, but to remind that there is ALWAYS someone who cares.
- By Joel
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2016 with permission of the Author.
Reaching Out For Someone To Care

It's hard sometimes to say exactly what I'm worth.
Sometimes even harder dealing with the hurt.

To feel like no one's there during all my pain.

It's hard sometimes to say exactly what I'm worth.
Sometimes even harder dealing with the hurt.

To feel like no one's there during all my pain.
I have nothing left to lose and nothing left to gain.

I struggle through the days, with no one at my side,
To find some sort of worth, to save a little pride.

But all my days are dark, stormy, cold and gray,
And emptiness keeps growing as I slowly fade away.

I have no effort left to put into this life,
No helping hand behind me to pull me to the light.

So once again I ask, before I leave this Earth,
Tell me, if you care, exactly what I'm worth.
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29. Dancing In The Rain

This poem is dedicated to those who struggle with depression, loneliness, and pain. You're not alone. I am here for you anytime you need anything. Feel free to lean on me in your times of struggle, and I'll be there to hold you up.
- By Juli Nielsen
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2016 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Seeking Help For Depression

You'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.

You'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.

There is sadness built up, stirring within,
Reflecting on where your life has been.
You feel alone... all you feel is pain.
Each moment a struggle masked by crying in the rain.

The storms of life will thunder, shoot lightning 'cross your face.
But get up, chin up, and win YOUR race.
You can take charge...refuse to feel defeat.
Just get up, walk out... first step's to move your feet.

Get out of the trench that you've dug for yourself.
Change what you are to improve your mental health.
There's no shame in admitting that life is harder than you can bear.
That's what friends are for...to show comfort and to care.

Don't take the world on all alone; the challenges are real.
Be willing to accept the help you need, friendship, and you'll heal.
Days will get easier; life will cease to be a strain...
Before you know it, you'll be DANCING in the rain.
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30. Together

This is a poem I wrote for my best friend, who is fighting a losing war with depression and self-harm. He is the most amazing, beautiful, loyal and persistent boy I know, and I am proud to call him my friend. I would do anything to help him in his fight.
- By Hannah L
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2016 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Staying Strong

So--this is where we are.
After coming so far,
This is what it's come to.
After all we've been through,

So--this is where we are.
After coming so far,
This is what it's come to.
After all we've been through,
We're still where we started:
Bruised and broken-hearted.

You'd think after fighting this long
We'd become safe and strong.
But as we battle close to death,
We're still lost and find no rest.
As we wander 'round, asking why,
There's no tears when we cry.

We're lost with only each other,
Feeling as a child without its mother.
As darkness nears closer and closer,
We fear our lives may be over.

But I caught, in the distance,
A shimmer of light, so persistent.
I grab your hand, holding tight,
As I try to lead you toward the light.

But now you've grown so heavy.
I fear you're dead already.
I can't leave you here all alone.
I have to take you back home.

So won't you please come with me
And believe that I can see
The way out, the way home?
There'll be no more wandering all alone.

So please, rise and stand.
Follow me and hold my hand,
Because together we can win.
We can find the light within.
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31. Scars

This poem is about my battle with depression at the age of 16. I didn't know how to deal and cope with my feelings properly, so I did what many people who feel alone and want to punish themselves do--I self-destructed. Once I got therapy, writing poems about my experiences really helped. I regret what I did, but as this poem explains, it shows that no matter how low you get, you must remember you're not alone and you can survive.

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- By Laura R
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2015 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Winning The Battle Over Self-Harm

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...

That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,
To show all these demons what they're doing is not right.

You won the battle of good versus bad.
You are still alive and are no longer sad.
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.
I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.
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32. Demons Of Darkness

This poem is sort of about me and my demons, although I've never actually gone to a bridge to jump off it. I find comfort in writing about how I feel because generally it helps people to understand how I feel as well. It's hard to show people how we feel, so I choose to express myself through art, music and writing. I hope you enjoy my poem as much as I did writing it. Stay strong.

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- By Olivia B
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Poem About Demons Inside

She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear,
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here.

She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear,
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here.

They cut her heart
Right out of her chest,
Making her believe
That the demons knew best.

They were always there,
Sometimes just out of sight,
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right.

These demons were destructive,
Knocking down the life she knew,
Hating everything about her;
She hated herself, too.

These demons can't be seen,
But they're far from fairy tales.
They live inside your mind;
Their evilness prevails.

So on the bridge she stood,
About to end the fight.
Then she stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more night.
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33. From Oppression Comes Light

I started writing about my depression. I finished the poem quickly, but realized it had no resolve. I need a way for the depression to cease and then I found my answer... I opened my eyes. Truth sets us free and lies hold us down. In writing this poem, I realized that the beast or the depression is all a lie to myself from myself. I quickly thought of truth in my life and realized I have no reason to be down. Life is a blessing from God, and that is truth.

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- By Erik Whitehead
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2015 with permission of the Author.
Finding Hope To Overcome Depression

Depression is oppression.
It's a deadly hidden message
Defined by self-hate.
It seals its prisoner's fate.

Depression is oppression.
It's a deadly hidden message
Defined by self-hate.
It seals its prisoner's fate.
It holds you captive and throws out the key.
It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed,
Inflicting wounds that scar for life.
Destruction is its mother and death its wife.

You can cry, but it will always ignore your screams.
It terrorizes your soul and haunts your dreams.
It sends you false hope through a bottle or pill.
It destroys your goals and inflicts its will.
You can't run, nor can you hide.
By its rules you will abide
Until it celebrates that you have died.
Open your eyes, or you will be its prey.
It will blur your vision in the most twisted way.
It will seek your destruction and call for your head.
You will lie and wait but never rest in your bed.

Peace will come to those who want peace,
But as long as you feed him, you will see the beast.
You can't run, nor can you hide,
But if you conquer the beast, you will survive.
Prayer and hope can lead the way.
Cling on to every word you pray.
Hope is in truth.
Hate is in lies.
Pray for your soul and open your eyes.

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34. Feeling Blue

I wrote this poem when I was 18 and felt very depressed and alone. It was the 1st ever poem I wrote. Hope you like it.
- By Kt
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Poem Working Through Depression

I suppose it's hard for some to understand.
This is not the way that I had planned.
I don't know how I've let myself get this way,
And sometimes feel like calling it a day.

I suppose it's hard for some to understand.
This is not the way that I had planned.
I don't know how I've let myself get this way,
And sometimes feel like calling it a day.
But then I think of those who are close to my heart.
Ending it all would probably tear them apart,
So while I'm thinking of my dread,
I'll try and sort out this mess in my head.
Then if I find I still can't cope,
There's nothing more I can do than pray and hope
That everything will turn out right for me,
And someday I'll be as happy as I can possibly be.
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35. The Daily Battle

The inspiration behind this poem stems from a daily struggle with self-image in this day and age. Not feeling good enough for others as well as not feeling good enough about yourself also plays a part in this poem. It's the daily battle of trying to feel accepted and the struggle of learning to love yourself.
- By Max S.
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2015 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Depression And Self-Image Issues

It is the darkest, deepest place one can travel to alone,
A solo journey filled with struggles and groans.
Every day is a new battle against the same foe,
But the enemy fights back with psychological blows.

It is the darkest, deepest place one can travel to alone,
A solo journey filled with struggles and groans.
Every day is a new battle against the same foe,
But the enemy fights back with psychological blows.
It creeps up on you in your most vulnerable state,
Especially when there's no one around who can relate.
Thoughts in your mind begin to swirl and swell,
Which drag you into your own subconscious hell.
Figments and entities from your past
Serve as the pain, which you can't outlast.
Finally sleep always comes as a welcomed friend,
But it the morning the ceaseless battle begins yet again.
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36. Behind The Mask

This poem is about the smile we let the world see while inside we are dying a little every day.

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- By Melisa Bernards
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Depression And Pain

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain,
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine when I'm anything but.
This ache in my soul rips at my gut.

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain,
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine when I'm anything but.
This ache in my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire; I burn from within.
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must stay out; I've built up a wall.
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me; it eats away the years
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
And care enough to remove it; is that too much to ask?
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37. Remember Our Daughters

Menopausal depression is real. In one of our darker moments, I read some poems, and they gave me strength to write something that makes me cry. It's very personal, as most of the postings are, but I thought I'd share it.
As I was writing the poem I started to think of my early life and the possibility that I had had depression, and towards the end I realized that perhaps I had, and also that my wife had a predisposition towards depression and this was something we should tell our children about.
- By Eric
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2014 with permission of the Author.
Poem Helping A Loved One With Menopausal Depression

I 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,
And this menopause, it's taking some figure.

I 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,
And this menopause, it's taking some figure.

Low self-esteem invites depression, it seems,
Which differs from depression that brings low self-esteem.
The two of them together is quite the mix
And is causing me problems I'm trying to fix.

When depression sneaks up there's no time to prepare.
You just hit a trigger and then there's despair.
One more rabbit hole that you've just tumbled down.
It's dark and it's deep and it's way underground.

And when you remember you've left people behind,
There's no light in the tunnel; you can't see, you're blind.
You can't tell where you've fallen, how far or how fast,
But I'm holding a rope; it's attached to your past.

Your past and my future inexplicably bound
Held onto the earth by the love that we found.
The pain and the suffering that you're going through.
The hell and the torment that we've got to do.

Feelings you can't feel but I know they're there,
And when you get better I know we can share.
Know when I saw you it was love at first sight,
And it's grown a little every day and every night.

A morning routine of walking and training
Can make so much difference, but not when it's raining.
It rains in my heart like it does on the roof
And now you're not eating; you know that's the truth.

We'll go to the gym, we'll eat, we'll get well,
And then comes a trigger and you're back in hell.
You look for an exit or someplace to hide,
But I know you're lucky cause you've got a guide.

Someone who's been in the depths of despair,
Who knows the way in and can pull up a chair
Someone who's able to lead you to shore,
Returning the favour of more years and more.

I know that we'll beat this, when it's all said.
We know it's important to get out of bed
But after you're up, well...let's check out the dial.
Let's keep our pjs on until there's a smile.

There are lotions and potions and things you can do.
There are old wives tales and mindfulness too.
There are many things working for others, it seems,
But don't let them get in the way of your dreams.

There's a message to be told and we mustn't balk.
Remember to chat and remember to talk.
Our daughters are going to get to this gate.
We need to prepare them and it's getting late...

I love you
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38. Deafening Silence

I have a friend whom I've been in love with for the past three years. He has no idea how I really feel about him. He's been through a lot in the past few years and he's changed so much, and it's killing me to see him hurting so much.
- By Sarah H.
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014 with permission of the Author.
Poem To A Friend Suffering Pain And Depression

I look deep into your eyes
but all I see are lies
where there was hurt and suffering
there's now a black hole of nothing

I look deep into your eyes
but all I see are lies
where there was hurt and suffering
there's now a black hole of nothing
I don't know if I can save you
after everything we've gone through
but I'll try
until the day I die
because you deserve so much more
you're someone worth fighting for
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39. The Feeling Of Emptiness

My story...I am a girl seeking love since my parents left me when I was young. I had no support or love. My dad was always with his second family and my mother abuses drugs and alcohol. With no support and love, I went on drugs, was highly addicted, used R6000 a day 7 days a week. I had to realize my mistake, with my mom still on drugs and my dad never here. I am in darkness, I am in pain, I am off the drugs with effort, but my life is still upside down...
- By Janieta Lister
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2013 with permission of the Author.
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look around all I can see
is darkness and pain...

I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look around all I can see
is darkness and pain...

My chest is tight, I can hardly breath.
I feel empty and broken,
I feel like a monster is trying to escape.
I don't know which way to go...

I am crying but only dry tears,
dust on my face and sores on my mind,
I do not speak nor do I try,
I have a million times.

When I speak, silence over takes.
I can scream, and still no one will hear.
I am invisible, no one can see,
I have pain inside, please let me free.

Before I save myself,
and death is my way,
not long from today,
I am seeking my way...
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40. A Mask

People don't know who I really am. My mask covers my true feelings.
- By Jordyn Alberts
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2013 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Hidden Pain And Longing To Be Seen

I smile, I laugh, I joke around,
but my feelings no one has ever found.
They see me every day with a smile on my face,
but when I get back to this place

I smile, I laugh, I joke around,
but my feelings no one has ever found.
They see me every day with a smile on my face,
but when I get back to this place
I feel as if it's my own hell,
as if I'm locked in a cell.
The tears run down my face.
I sit in my room, quiet and wondering
if anyone sees the pain I feel
and how it's oh so real.
Another day comes as I put on my mask and hide.
No one sees the pain I feel inside.
I laugh and I smile,
but inside I'm sad.
I wish someone could see.
I get back to this place I call hell,
where it all began and where I fell.
I take off my mask, but I'm still all alone,
and it kills me that no one will ever know.
I wish I could be the girl
that people think they really see.
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Depression Poems - Page 2

21. The Darkness

I've struggled with severe depression and anxiety for years. Most people tell you it will all be fine and you will be okay, but that doesn't make it better, and that is what this poem is expressing.

22. Hollow

23. Tidal Wave

24. Cries

A teenage girl who can't tell anyone how she truly feels because she is scared of being judged. She hides her sadness behind a fake smile so nobody will know she's not happy.

25. Describing Imaginary Things

26. When You Look At Me

This poem is about my everyday life and people not being able to see the real me. But in this poem I'm telling them that my smile they see every day is fake.

27. Lost In Pain

The struggle is real...

28. Worth

Sometimes feeling alone can mean many things. Expressing ourselves through poems can also be an attempt at reaching out for help. I hope this poem reminds people of that, because it isn't meant to create more sadness, but to remind that there is ALWAYS someone who cares.

29. Dancing In The Rain

This poem is dedicated to those who struggle with depression, loneliness, and pain. You're not alone. I am here for you anytime you need anything. Feel free to lean on me in your times of struggle, and I'll be there to hold you up.

30. Together

This is a poem I wrote for my best friend, who is fighting a losing war with depression and self-harm. He is the most amazing, beautiful, loyal and persistent boy I know, and I am proud to call him my friend. I would do anything to help him in his fight.

31. Scars

32. Demons Of Darkness

33. From Oppression Comes Light

34. Feeling Blue

I wrote this poem when I was 18 and felt very depressed and alone. It was the 1st ever poem I wrote. Hope you like it.

35. The Daily Battle

36. Behind The Mask

This poem is about the smile we let the world see while inside we are dying a little every day.

37. Remember Our Daughters

38. Deafening Silence

I have a friend whom I've been in love with for the past three years. He has no idea how I really feel about him. He's been through a lot in the past few years and he's changed so much, and it's killing me to see him hurting so much.

39. The Feeling Of Emptiness

40. A Mask

People don't know who I really am. My mask covers my true feelings.