41. The Ruse
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.
I myself have a daughter that is now going to be 26 in a little over a month. She doesn't leave the house at all, she comes to my house and to her Dr's appointments but not by choice. They...
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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.
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You might not understand it, you might just ask why
That all I want to do is just lay down and die.
I tried to get help; I tried to see the light,
Hey I had Depression and I looked to God and he delivered me and saved me, because through him anything is possible!
Glance, but don't stare.
You're not supposed to see the scars that I bear.
Don't listen, just speak.
Great couplets on the theme of depression and the rhymes are nicely done and for many this poem will be relatable so I'm sure your poem will connect with many readers. Thanks for sharing Ashley.
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.
When I smile, deep inside I want to frown
When I laugh, deep inside I want to cry
When you look into my eyes
You think everything is all right
Totally the way I feel and seems like no one can see it or even understand it. Feels like I'm totally alone!
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've been dealing with depression for the past three years and suicide is a big thing for me. Thank you, this poem means a lot!
Much time I now spend, watching
Watching as others pass by, living
Living their lives
I watch not for care of wanting to know them
I got this feeling deep inside,
Not sadness or hatred, not even pride,
A blank spot on a map,
Where something used to be,
You are special. Yes, there always is someone to help you, but you are special. You are one who cannot be replaced. I may not know you, but I know when people feel unhappy or on the very last...
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.
This poem describes me. I wear a mask all the time, and I am depressed all the time and self-harm almost every day.
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
Have you seen Joy? I have not seen her in so, so long,
I miss her, oh how I miss her and her heartwarming song.
I keep searching and searching and asking why
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?
The wind blows
The sun shines
The grass grows
The air smells of pines
There you are, sneaking upon me!
From the corner of my eye, you make no sound, but I can see!
I ignore you're there, but you grow each day.
"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,
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 had sight, but the darkness offers me no light.
I had visions, but the darkness suppresses them.
I had self-belief, but the darkness overshadows my confidence.
I had freedom, but the darkness shackles me.
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