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21. The Demons And Me

Some things in life just can't be explained. The pain and sadness a person truly feels inside is unique, and although we try to understand, we never truly will. This poem was written about a traumatic experience in my life that has consumed 15 long years and counting. Sometimes it's just not possible to move forward.
- By Levari
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2010 with permission of the Author.
Lifelong Struggle Due To Traumatic Experience Poem

I got this feeling deep inside,
Not sadness or hatred, not even pride,
A blank spot on a map,
Where something used to be,

I got this feeling deep inside,
Not sadness or hatred, not even pride,
A blank spot on a map,
Where something used to be,

Every time I think about it,
My head begins to hurt.
My eyes fill with tears;
These are the silent screams that nobody hears,

Clutching my pillow tightly,
I let it all out again.
There's no use trying to flee,
It's just the demons and me.

They come late at night,
Flooding my mind,
Shredding my soul,
And I wonder will I ever be whole?

Like a song left on loop,
I relive the same moment,
Each and every night,
It's not fair; it's just not right,

Blessed with 23 years of life,
The last 15 have all revolved around one day,
That will never let me be,
But that's just the demons and me.
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22. 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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23. Life As I See It

Written for all the years of depression when everyone tried to tell me to just be normal and get over it...
- By Linda Morrow
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with permission of the Author.
Depression Poem About Life

Life is a bitter sweet pill
I am forced to take against my will
Everyone trying to pull me
Back into so called reality

Life is a bitter sweet pill
I am forced to take against my will
Everyone trying to pull me
Back into so called reality
Why, I ask, what does it hold?
Don't they see I have nothing, I am so cold
My veins have no heat pumping through
My depression makes everything a shaded hue
In my heart I have no laughter, joy, or love
I have prayed, but there are no answers from above
My reality is not like other people's seem to be
Silent screaming inside of me, constant feelings of misery
Just want to withdraw into my own little safe haven
Just to be left alone and have people realize I am not worth saving
So please don't save me
I don't want to come back to your reality
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24. 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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25. 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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26. 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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27. 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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28. 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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29. Stay Strong

I'm 16, and every day I face depression and suicidal thoughts... I didn't know what to do anymore, besides take the broken glass and cut. I hate how am I, so I went back to my counselor and told her how I've been doing. I told her the truth...hopefully it helps.
- By Stephanie G.
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2012 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Getting Help For Depression

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,

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,
But no matter what I did, I just couldn't win the fight.

It was more than it seemed, it was more than you thought,
Though sadly a little is all you caught.

I attempted to do the wrongs; I attempted to let life go.
Now I wear long sleeves, afraid my attempts will show.

I knew this wasn't the right place, I knew I had to get out,
So I took my courage, and I let it shout.

I did the thing I was afraid of; I did the thing I didn't like
And told someone my story, so that suicide wouldn't strike.

I don't like to talk, I don't like to share,
But I know this was best before I start not to care.

I will see the doctor soon, I will make it through.
I know if I do, you can make it too.
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30. 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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31. Sometimes

A poem about the struggles of depression and finding a way to move on and smile again.

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- By Lucy Petersen
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2020 with permission of the Author.
Fighting Past Depression And Anxiety

Sometimes I can't find the words
That fill my messy head.
Can't find the effort to smile
Or get out of my silly old bed.

Sometimes I can't find the words
That fill my messy head.
Can't find the effort to smile
Or get out of my silly old bed.

The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I make the effort,
A smile just doesn't last long.

I could pretend with all my might
That I am the happiest I can be.
Surrounded by the world, it seems
Lonelier I couldn't be.

Not sure what may be the answer.
Not sure if I'm really keen
To spend another day here,
Living this dreadful dream.

But I must find some courage,
Light a fire inside my heart
And find a love for life again,
And I know where I shall start.

I'll walk among the forest
And feel the crisp sea breeze
And lay among the meadow
And listen to all the bees.

I'll figure out the mayhem
And gaze at all the stars
And dance at every sunset
With a smile inside my heart.
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32. 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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33. 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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34. 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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35. Dead Inside

I'm always battling depression. Sometimes I feel like I'm not even there. I put up a front for my family, but I'm dying inside.
- By Kerri L. Copeland
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Pretending To Make It Through Life

She may seem alive
But she's dead inside.
How can one live
When the important things died?

She may seem alive
But she's dead inside.
How can one live
When the important things died?

You can't just take it away
If you never even know
The dark things tearing out her soul
That she'll never choose to show.

She's dead and alive,
And it's no way to live,
So the numbness envelopes.
She has nothing to give.

She's pretending to be all that is real.
Pretending to hurt when she can't even feel.
Pretending to look when she can't even see.
Pretending to love when she can't even be.
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36. Wake Up, Repeat

When I was a teenager even now in my early 20's, there were days where I felt like I was just going through the motions. I felt empty, broken, useless. I felt like I had to hide how I felt from everyone by wearing a "mask." This poem describes how a typical day looks and feels from the perspective of someone suffering with severe depression. My message to you all is keep fighting. Don't lose hope. Don't be afraid to ask for help and talk to someone. I was too afraid, and it was almost too late for me.
- By Jamie L. Firestine
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2020 with permission of the Author.
The Daunting Feelings Of Everyday Depression

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.

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.

She looks at herself with an empty stare
With her crooked smile and her messy hair.
Her mind is spoiled with terrible thoughts.
The anxiety she suffers puts her stomach in knots.

Her eyes are stained from countless tears.
Her thoughts corrupted with constant fears.
She grabs the bottle to numb her pain.
She feels as if she'll never break the chain.

After she cries herself to sleep
And there's no more tears left to weep,
She'll wake up, put on that mask and smile.
She'll walk like it's nothing because that's just her style.

People will walk past her and she'll wave with pride,
But nobody knows she's actually dying inside.
She'll go home, and she'll close her door.
The mask comes off as she lays on the floor.

Again she wipes her tears with her stained bed sheets.
She cries for the night, wakes up, repeat.
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37. Deep Inside

The complicated feelings of depression
- By Amanda
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007 with permission of the Author.
Poem About The Pain Of Hiding Emotions

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

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
But deep inside
I want to die
Maybe one day
I won't feel like this
Til then I'll be happy on the outside
And crying on the inside
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38. 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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39. 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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40. 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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Depression Poems - Page 2

21. The Demons And Me

22. A Mask

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

23. Life As I See It

Written for all the years of depression when everyone tried to tell me to just be normal and get over it...

24. The Daily Battle

25. Hollow

26. Teardrops

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

27. The Feeling Of Emptiness

28. 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.

29. Stay Strong

I'm 16, and every day I face depression and suicidal thoughts... I didn't know what to do anymore, besides take the broken glass and cut. I hate how am I, so I went back to my counselor and told her how I've been doing. I told her the truth...hopefully it helps.

30. 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.

31. Sometimes

A poem about the struggles of depression and finding a way to move on and smile again.

32. 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.

33. Who Could Ever Love Me?

34. 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.

35. Dead Inside

I'm always battling depression. Sometimes I feel like I'm not even there. I put up a front for my family, but I'm dying inside.

36. Wake Up, Repeat

37. Deep Inside

The complicated feelings of depression

38. 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.

39. Hope

40. The Countdown