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21. 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
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018 with permission of the Author.
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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22. Depression Is Never Ending

Depression seems as if it will never end.
- By Sarah Boston
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008 with permission of the Author.
Wanting Depression To Go Away

Depression is here every day,
And it never goes away.
Go away! I yell into the dark,
As if someone is there.

Depression is here every day,
And it never goes away.
Go away! I yell into the dark,
As if someone is there.
I feel as if I'm a prisoner
In the dungeon's lair.
And as always, no one cares.
Do I dare?
Dare to care about anyone but me?
Could it be,
Someone there?
Someone there to care?
No, just an image.
That's the way it will always be,
No matter how hard I try.
I just want to get by.
I go through life day by day.
I thought pain was supposed
To go away with time,
But it's not.
It's still here,
Here with the fear,
Fear that I will get hurt more.
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23. Glance

Sometimes I feel like I'm surrounded by people but I still feel alone. When I wrote this, I felt so alone and was crying. Tears fell as I wrote this, but I felt better after I finished.
- By Ashley Reyes
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2020 with permission of the Author.
Hiding Behind A Mask To Pretend I'm Okay

Glance, but don't stare.
You're not supposed to see the scars that I bear.

Don't listen, just speak.

Glance, but don't stare.
You're not supposed to see the scars that I bear.

Don't listen, just speak.
You do not want the answers that you seek.

You smile, I smile back.
Look at the mask, don't notice the crack.

There's a monster in there I'm trying to hide,
But she's nibbling at the ropes in which she's tied.

She roars at me, forcing tears out my eyes
Then smiles triumphantly, like she's won a prize.

"Why are you crying?" "I'm fine," I say.
It's not like you would understand anyway.

Don't talk about me, let's talk about you!
Underneath your mask, is there a monster too?

Does it rip your heart out and wave it in your face?
Find sticks and thorns to put in its place?

No? I'm sorry. I guess we don't relate.
I'll shut up now and pretend all is great.

Glance, but don't stare.
There's a monster under the mask...enter if you dare.
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24. Depression Blues

I am bipolar manic depressive. It helps writing rhymes when I am in my low state. Sometimes this mental illness gets the best of me. I would like to share these in hopes of helping others to know they are not alone.
- By Tina M. Casalvera
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2020 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Struggle With Bipolar Depression

My head is not right today.
I have no idea why it's this way.

It switches from one thought to another.

My head is not right today.
I have no idea why it's this way.

It switches from one thought to another.
I feel like I am being smothered.

I can't finish just one thought.
In a group is where they are brought.

I'm under so much stress.
There are things I should confess.

Some people say I am so strong,
But in reality, they couldn't be more wrong.

The outer part of me puts on that smile
While the inner me has been dying for a while.

I hate this part of my disease.
It literally brings me to my knees.

From a great mood to nasty as hell.
Which it's gonna be, I can never tell.

Most of the days I can push through.
Today I don't know what to do.

It comes with no known trigger.
It's not going away; it's only getting bigger.

Bigger, louder, and extremely strong.
I wish I knew what was wrong.

I want to cry, but I don't know what for.
I hate this disease; I don't want it anymore.

I get these terrible pains in my chest.
Feels like the Lord is gonna lay me to my final rest.

Will these feelings only last for today?
'Cause it feels like they will never go away.

In reality it will not.
A life sentence is what I got.

The meds that make me manage
Are the same meds that cause me damage.

I could be flying high in the fluffiest cloud.
Then, bam, I crash onto the ground.

I wonder if people truely understand
What really goes on in my land.

How could they when even I don't?
How could they when they simply won't?

This not only takes a toll on me,
But it affects my friends and family,

Especially those days I cannot hide
The deep dark depression I feel inside.

Some days I'm just not strong enough.
Some days are just too tough.

But most of the days I seem to manage
To get through them without serious damage.

Well at least to others
Is what I mutter

Things aren't usually this bad,
But you won't know which I have had

'Cause that is what we do.
We pretty it up for you.

I can't keep that clear though in my head.
I'm done with this crap; I am going to bed
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25. Hope

Those who go through depression or suicidal thoughts often feel hopeless. We often think there is no end to the pain we are feeling when there certainly is. This poem reassures readers that they are not alone in battling mental illness, and although there is darkness, there is also light. Even though we experience pain, there is so much that life has to offer. I want this poem to let people know there is always hope.
- By Amanda M. Ricci
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 31, 2023 with permission of the Author.
Poem About There Is Always Hope Of Overcoming Depression

Have you ever felt trapped behind metal bars,
Or watched all your cuts turn to scars?
Have you tried to escape the pain in your soul,
But you just couldn't seem to fit that hole?

Have you ever felt trapped behind metal bars,
Or watched all your cuts turn to scars?
Have you tried to escape the pain in your soul,
But you just couldn't seem to fit that hole?
Have you got so worried you started to shake,
Or felt too weak to be awake?
Have you been so mad you started to cry,
Or used a smile as a lie?
Have you lost who you are way down deep,
Or unsure of which secrets to keep?
Have you felt your heart pound and pound,
Or hear a dull ringing sound?
Have you felt the internal cold,
Or felt like life was too much to hold?

Life beats you down to the ground,
And then so quickly turns around.
Sadness is always okay.
I promise you, it will get better someday.
Have you felt the joy of living,
And all and everything the world is giving?

It's when you feel the sun against your cheek,
Or thank God for each and every week.
It's when you laugh so hard you began to snort,
Or lean on your best friend for support.
It's when you dance your heart out in the rain,
Or achieve your goal through the pain.
It's when you smile so hard it starts to hurt,
Or when that special person begins to flirt.
It's the warmth and comfort of your room,
Or the beauty of flowers that bloom.
It's everything that fills your heart,
Even after you fell apart.
It's the little things that help you cope,
And let you know there's always hope.

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26. The Countdown

I wrote this poem when I felt like I was suffocating. People told me that I will be fine, and that if I count to ten then I will feel okay. But they could never comprehend the pain that came with each second that went by. No matter how many times you count to ten, sometimes that feeling just doesn't shift.
- By Emma H
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 22, 2022 with permission of the Author.
Suffocating From Anxiety And Depression

"Count to 10," they said,
"Deep breaths and it will pass,
because the feelings that consume you won't stay, and they won't last,"
but with each and every land mine that goes off within my head,

"Count to 10," they said,
"Deep breaths and it will pass,
because the feelings that consume you won't stay, and they won't last,"
but with each and every land mine that goes off within my head,
it doesn't quite feel long enough with only 9 seconds left.

With 8, I'm running out of breath.
I'm drowning in my thoughts
but forget it and think happy things,
'cause life is far too short.

By 7, I've already lost myself.
There's nothing in my eyes,
and at 6, I've lost the mask I wear
for my daily disguise.

5 cuts me open,
and 4 sews me back up.
By 3, the war is over,
but the scars it left are stuck.

By 2, the peace arrives,
but the drowning kind from hell,
the idea that the wound won't heal,
even if i rebel,

'cause pain isn't forgiving,
and at 1, it doesn't leave.
Instead, it just goes silent,
and for another few days I'll grieve.

Now before 10 had even started,
I'd already lost a piece of me,
but of course you didn't notice,
'cause in your own mind
you are free.
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27. Traffic Light

My mum helped my brother through his fight with a brain tumor for over 18 years. When he did pass, she felt life wasn't worth living without him and went into a spiraling depression. No one knew what to say to her other than the usual things to support someone you love. So I thought I'd try to write what she was feeling, and I gave it to her to let her know I understood.
- By Linda Grantham
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011 with permission of the Author.
Mom With Depression

This traffic light inside my head
Is always green and never red.
My thoughts, my dreams, and all my fears,
They all speed past my listening ears.

This traffic light inside my head
Is always green and never red.
My thoughts, my dreams, and all my fears,
They all speed past my listening ears.

I close my eyes to block it out,
But inside my head they rush about.
I take a breath to slow it down,
But upon my face appears a frown.

My heart beats fast,
But my breathing slows.
I breathe in life
Then out it goes.

My body's numb,
Yet I feel my tears.
I've lost count of the days,
The months, and the years.

This traffic light
Inside my head...
I'm scared of the day
When it turns red.
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28. My Daughter's Tears

Dedicated to my beautiful daughter who has suffered most of her life with depression. I don't ever want to lose her, so I love her through her pain.
- By Annabel Sheila
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with permission of the Author.
Daughter's Depression

Until it affects someone we love,
We don't even know it's there.
It's really not our problem,
So why should we care.

Until it affects someone we love,
We don't even know it's there.
It's really not our problem,
So why should we care.

The statistics are quite shocking,
One in four they say
Will suffer from depression
In their lives one day.

There's not much stigma anymore
For this serious mental flaw.
But no one knows where it will strike,
It's just the luck of the draw.

No one would choose to live with it,
And some don't even try.
I see my daughter suffering
And all she can do is cry.

Most people turn the other cheek,
They've been doing it for years.
But I must face the pain I see,
In my daughter's tears.
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29. When You Feel Like You Can't Go On

This is how I feel every day, and I can't seem to talk about it; it's easier to write it in a poem style. Thanks for reading.
- By Aliysha
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2013 with permission of the Author.
When you feel so lonely and can't sleep at night,
because everything gives you a fright.
The pain and the sadness takes control,
and once again you're all alone.

When you feel so lonely and can't sleep at night,
because everything gives you a fright.
The pain and the sadness takes control,
and once again you're all alone.
The pain I feel is torturing.
My life isn't really worth living.
You keep living every day, hoping it might end someway.
You go to sleep and pray to God,
but it doesn't work... you're too stuck!

All the tears cooped up inside,
from all the lies that bleed you dry.
Just one tear shows a million emotions.
It's all mixed and with terror and devotion!
I devote myself to acting happy,
but at night when I'm all alone,
somehow it all spills out
when no one can see and no one can hear
all of the pain and all of the fear.

You go to sleep hoping you won't wake up,
but when morning comes you have to keep going.
It isn't easy and you can't say it is,
until you know just how it feels.
My soul is dying.
Why do I keep trying?
Nothing seems worth it anymore!
I just want to be alone...

This is from the heart of all my feelings and emotions,
something I can't speak, but one day it'll all be over.
And I will be that happy person I know I want to be.
But just acting happy is too hard for me!
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30. Teardrops

I wrote this poem about my life at home, how I feel, and everything that goes on.
- By Shianne
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2011 with permission of the Author.
Echoes Of Sorrow

The hurt in my eyes is all that has to be said
Sometimes I know I'm better off dead
The pain is the only thing I can feel
Knowing it's the one thing that's real

The hurt in my eyes is all that has to be said
Sometimes I know I'm better off dead
The pain is the only thing I can feel
Knowing it's the one thing that's real
Behind all the games and lies
An emptiness haunts my eyes
A person who I used to be
Worse even though it wasn't me
Sorrow consuming every thought
Slowly losing everything I've got
Darkness closing in all around
Still I don't make a single sound
Evil fills the void inside
This life's not one I'll confide
However deeper someone tries to look
Whatever happens the ground has shook
The dread and hate leaves me in a daze
All around me demons' fires blaze
Living isn't worthwhile if it's torture
Yet it's that to which I'm not sure
Don't try to understand the words written here
For I'm not the one to fear
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31. Lost At Sea

free verse poem, poem about depression, heartbreak, sadness
- By Aaron R. Tercero-Lozano
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 29, 2024 with permission of the Author.
Depression, Isolation, Sadness, Heartbreak

I will bury my beating heart
Somewhere, deep in the sand
Crabs and seagulls will fight to tear it apart
As my soul is cursed to wander land

I will bury my beating heart
Somewhere, deep in the sand
Crabs and seagulls will fight to tear it apart
As my soul is cursed to wander land
I lie motionless, rigor mortis has crept into my body
The waves slowly reach for me, taking me adrift
The sea will cradle my corpse
Softly wrapping me in seaweed
As I become an anchor, my lungs filled with water
Sinking slowly, suddenly silent at the bottom
Where there is no light or warmth
Darkness becomes everlasting
I drown in nothingness
Disappearing into the abyss
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32. Waves

When you are depressed, you are often inundated by waves of sadness. Unfortunately, you never know when the next wave will come.
- By Zorian Alexis
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2019 with permission of the Author.
Waves Of Depression

I was just sitting there,
Watching TV,
When a wave of sadness
Washed over me.

I was just sitting there,
Watching TV,
When a wave of sadness
Washed over me.

There was no warning;
It just showed up.
I tried to swim through it
But had no luck.

My heart was heavy,
And I started to cry.
I just couldn't stop,
And I didn't know why.

I finally gave up fighting
And went with the flow,
Praying the sadness
Would soon go.

I walked down the aisle
Of the grocery store
When another wave of sadness
Pulled me from the shore.

I couldn't stay there,
Not one second more,
So I just left my cart
And headed to the door.

I sat in my car
And started to cry.
I just couldn't stop,
And I didn't know why.

What's wrong with me?
I need to know.
My soul is drowning
With each ebb and flow.

I never know when
The next wave will arrive.
It makes me question
Why I'm still alive.

Is there someone out there
Who can help build me a boat?
So when the next wave comes
I can stay afloat.

Or will I eventually drown
And never awake,
Enveloped by the next wave
Of endless heartache?
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33. Darkness

I've long battled depression. In this moment I was at a low point.
- By Erin L. Kampen
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2021 with permission of the Author.
Being In A Bout Of Depression

No words for a state that I cannot express
Like gravity just holds me here in this mess
An invisible force stealing my air
A looming dark cloud and no one's aware

No words for a state that I cannot express
Like gravity just holds me here in this mess
An invisible force stealing my air
A looming dark cloud and no one's aware
The strength of a lion becomes a small mouse
The whole of my world consists of my house
Feigning my comfort, I internally cry
Rationalize the how and the why
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34. The Ruse

No one can truly understand depression unless you either live with it or love someone who lives with it. This poem is dedicated to my beautiful daughter who has been suffering from depression for so long I don't remember when she wasn't depressed. All I can do is try and love her through her pain...
- By Annabel Sheila
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008 with permission of the Author.
Poem Unmasking The Hidden Struggle Of Depression

She's beauty, style, poise and grace,
At least she appears to be.
But no one knows the girl who hides
Behind the face they see.

She's beauty, style, poise and grace,
At least she appears to be.
But no one knows the girl who hides
Behind the face they see.

Her self-esteem is all but gone,
Of her ego there's barely a trace.
There's so much pain behind the mask
She wears upon her face.

Depression has controlled her life
With far too many tears.
Her smile is fake; she's good at it;
She's been doing it for years.

The cover is what attracts us
To the story within the book.
And she's afraid that without the ruse,
No one would bother to look.
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35. Behind This Face

This poem is written from a very personal view during my battle with depression. This talks about the fact that you have to hide your true feelings and the constant act that you put on to the people around you.
- By Lee W. Barker
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2019 with permission of the Author.
Hiding Your True Feelings When Suffering From Depression

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,

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,
Acting oh so happy when really you are down.

Behind these blue eyes is a bright burning fire,
Flames flickering out of control, getting higher.

Behind this laugh when I'm laughing out loud,
There's a tear like a rain drop from a dull cloud.

Behind these dry eyes is a waterfall of pain,
Trying to plug the leak, but the effort is in vain.

Behind this confident man is a shy little boy,
The youngster from school, so lonely and coy.

Between my ears is a fight inside my head,
Happy against sad or living battling dead.

Behind this big heart it is shattered like glass,
Still not healed from the bully in the class.

Behind the happiness lies sadness deep down,
Swimming against the tide trying not to drown.
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36. 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
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015 with permission of the Author.
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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37. 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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38. The Ending Start

Hi. My name is Ethan Wulf. I'm chronically depressed from the death of my mother and grandfather, who was my only father figure, and I'm a very discontent person. But I try not to complain because I know nobody likes a complainer. I'm 17 and I'm sick of high school. I'm sure we've all been there, right kids? Well, I'm not much on introductions. If you really actually care to get to know me and about me, just read my poetry. Thanks for your time.
- By Ethan Wulf
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with permission of the Author.
Chronically Depressed

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'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 work so hard to make my life worse
Sometimes I think I'm better off in the back of a hearse,
But I know I could never leave her behind.
She's the one I've been searching for all this time.

And though she confesses to me all of her love,
Selfishly I feel that it is not enough.
I know it in my heart, oh I swear,
There is someone so much better for her out there.

I dream about her all day long,
Yet when we're together, it all feels wrong.
Something isn't right, and I know it's me
Because you're a beautiful, perfect being.

I can never just be what and who I am.
So much discontent I don't think anyone understands,
I put my feelings into words that rhyme
To give everyone who cares a glimpse of what's inside.

Why must it be that I'm never satisfied.
I have all I could want; still I lie awake at night
And wish for more.
So much discontent.

It's the end that I wish was near.
Just the letdown that I fear.
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39. Who Could Ever Love Me?

I am fifteen years old, and for years, I struggled with self-hate. No one knew since I hide it so well. I was alone and I had nowhere to go. I was always there for so many people, but no one was there for me. I was so lost, and no one cared. I'm so sorry for all those people who went through the same thing! Much love!
- By Miriam Narat
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2020 with permission of the Author.
Poem Dealing With Self-Hate

When I look at myself, I see nothing good.
I see all the flaws that no one else should.
I wear a mask
To hide the pain

When I look at myself, I see nothing good.
I see all the flaws that no one else should.
I wear a mask
To hide the pain
That always resides on my face.

They tell me I'm beautiful,
But how would they know
The secrets I have yet to tell?
The guilt that eats me up inside
About the things I've done
Each and every night.

They don't see the things that I hide
Behind the walls inside my mind.
They don't see the flaws on my skin.
For if they did, they would think I'm a sin.

So, I tell myself, who will ever love me
When no one ever hears my pleas?
Who could understand my broken thoughts,
The hate in my gut that's like a knot?

Maybe one day my thoughts will change,
But for now, they still seem to reign.
But I will keep fighting each night,
Because if I don't, then how else can I find the light?
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40. Sweet Agony

This poem is about my struggle with depression and self-mutilation. I have been fighting for 5 years and this is how it feels sometimes. I really hope I can relate to someone and help them know they are not alone, even though it is extremely easy to feel like you are.
- By Mania Jankowski
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011 with permission of the Author.
What do you see when you look in my eyes?
A freak? A nameless being?
Or maybe simply another face in the endless sea of people
What do I see when I look at myself in the mirror?

What do you see when you look in my eyes?
A freak? A nameless being?
Or maybe simply another face in the endless sea of people
What do I see when I look at myself in the mirror?
I see pain, laughter, tears, smiles, fatigue, and endless energy.
What do I do
When the world I live in
Doesn't know I am suffering?
I feel the scars
On my heart
My arms
My wrists
And I think back to a time when I was truly alone
Wandering the streets at night
The sky dark and stormy,
With the cold rain falling down on me
It was like the sky was crying
All the tears I was too afraid to shed myself
That was a long time ago,
But I can still feel the sharpness of the blades upon my soul
My skin
My heart
Sometimes at night I sit up
Stare at my window
And cry, for all the pain I still sometimes feel.
I wonder if life is meant to be more than this,
This town
These people
These feelings
I am like a caged animal,
Trapped inside bars
Locked in, with no hope to escape
I scream
Yell
Cry
But no one hears me
I stand alone
On my own little path of life
That I have been on for as long as I can remember
With a broken heart
A broken soul
A broken mind
Still I struggle on
So that I can maybe see beyond this world
Of darkness and despair,
So I can see the world beyond,
Of love and life and happiness
So here I stand,
A smile on my face,
Even though I am being torn apart on the inside
I will continue to smile
And feel
And love
And I will survive; survive to tomorrow
So I can learn to trust again
And this sweet agony
That has been with me all my life
Will be dispersed
Become nonexistent
Gone
No more
And I will finally
Be
Alive
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Depression Poems - Page 2

21. Hollow

22. Depression Is Never Ending

Depression seems as if it will never end.

23. Glance

Sometimes I feel like I'm surrounded by people but I still feel alone. When I wrote this, I felt so alone and was crying. Tears fell as I wrote this, but I felt better after I finished.

24. Depression Blues

I am bipolar manic depressive. It helps writing rhymes when I am in my low state. Sometimes this mental illness gets the best of me. I would like to share these in hopes of helping others to know they are not alone.

25. Hope

26. The Countdown

27. Traffic Light

28. My Daughter's Tears

Dedicated to my beautiful daughter who has suffered most of her life with depression. I don't ever want to lose her, so I love her through her pain.

29. When You Feel Like You Can't Go On

This is how I feel every day, and I can't seem to talk about it; it's easier to write it in a poem style. Thanks for reading.

30. Teardrops

I wrote this poem about my life at home, how I feel, and everything that goes on.

31. Lost At Sea

free verse poem, poem about depression, heartbreak, sadness

32. Waves

When you are depressed, you are often inundated by waves of sadness. Unfortunately, you never know when the next wave will come.

33. Darkness

I've long battled depression. In this moment I was at a low point.

34. The Ruse

35. Behind This Face

This poem is written from a very personal view during my battle with depression. This talks about the fact that you have to hide your true feelings and the constant act that you put on to the people around you.

36. 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.

37. Tidal Wave

38. The Ending Start

39. Who Could Ever Love Me?

40. Sweet Agony

This poem is about my struggle with depression and self-mutilation. I have been fighting for 5 years and this is how it feels sometimes. I really hope I can relate to someone and help them know they are not alone, even though it is extremely easy to feel like you are.