Depression Poems by Teens
Painful Poems About Teenage Depression
Depression has become an epidemic amongst the teen population. Some of its prevalence can be blamed on hormonal changes as a teenager matures. However, a primary trigger for depression in teenagers is sadness felt as a result of struggling to get to know one's self and new intense feelings which are being felt for the first time.
73 Poems abut Fighting Depression
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1. Describing Imaginary Things
Poem Describing How Depression Feels"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,
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2. You Don't Understand
To Parents Who Don't CareYou don't understand,
you never do.
I try to explain,
but I can't get through to you.
I tell you the truth
that I feel so depressed,
but you say I'm okay.
I thought you would know best.
So I sit in my room,
locked in my personal hell,
while you pretend it's all good
and I do as well.
But I'm not okay,
and my friends know that, too,
but you can't seem to see
what is right in front of you.
You say it's a phase,
blame my friends for it all,
but you don't understand
that this is not their fault.
I can't live like this.
I can't live this life,
and as much as I tried,
I can't end it with a knife.
I know you've been through this,
that you ached so much more,
but I can't help but wonder
don't you know me at all!?
I thought you would get it,
why I'm acting this way,
but you don't listen
to what I have to say.
You just ignore me,
pretend I'm alright.
I want this to end.
I feel like I might...
but I'm not as strong
as I'd like to be,
so I'll act all normal
while I wait patiently
for my time to come
and I hope that it's soon.
My friends understand;
I wish you could, too.
But you don't understand,
and I know it's not fair,
but sometimes I feel
like you don't even care.
I feel all alone,
but I know that's not true.
I have all my friends,
but I wish I had you.
I know with my friends
I'll make it through this,
even though it feels like
my life's falling to bits.
You don't understand.
You never do,
but I hope with their help
I can make it through.Latest Shared StoryI'm so sorry to hear about your loss. I, too, lost my father in an accident, so I guess I can relate in some way.. But I'm not claiming to completely understand how you feel. Only you know...
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3. I'm The One To Blame
What Other People Can't SeeI smile and laugh wildly, having fun with my friends.
They don't know what huge lie I have to pretend.
To my friends, I'm the funny girl who's so full of life.
They don't know how many times I'd held a bloody knife.
To them, I'm the girl who loves to strut down the street.
They don't know that I feel so incomplete.
To my friends, my laughter can spread.
They don't know that inside, my happiness is dead.
To my friends, my smile can brightened up their day.
They don't know I've shut my feelings away.
I'm locked in a prison, one I cannot escape,
A place my soul is repeatedly raped.
In the prison, there is no love, there is no spark.
I'm all alone, tired, desperate, and left in the dark.
In the dark, there is a monster waiting painfully for the kill.
The danger sends out a terrifying chill.
I've faced the monster before, so I know its disguise.
My spirit breaks down further, silently releasing its cries.
I knows it's no one's fault; I'm the one to blame,
Because I'm the only one who's causing myself this pain.Latest Shared StoryThey say "be happy." Do you really think I want to be happy? I do, but the cruel people in the world hate me. I try and try and try. But I always just let go. All my friends are so happy...
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4. I'm Tired
Poem About What Suffering From Depression Feels LikeI'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
hiding who I really am.
Tired of trying to stay strong.
I'm tired.
Tired of pretending,
pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry.
Tired of not being able to let go,
let go of all the pain and emotions that consume me.
Tired of feeling worthless.
I'm tired.
Tired of being put down,
put down by the people I felt closest to.
Tired of dreaming,
dreaming of a life I will never have.
Tired of not being good enough.
I'm tired.
Tired of remembering,
remembering how I used to be so happy.
Tired of the blame,
the blame I put on myself daily.
Tired of the anger.
I'm tired.
Tired of crying,
crying in the shower so nobody can hear.
Tired of the fear,
the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.
Tired of failing.
I'm tired.
Tired of holding on when all I want to do is give up.
Tired of being tired.
Tired of being me.Latest Shared StoryI lived in an abusive household for the first nine years of my life. Suffering sexual assault, beatings, starvation, all at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect me. When I was...
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5. I'm Dying On The Inside
You see a smile on the outside,
But that's all you can see.
What if tears run down my face on the inside?
You hear a laugh on the outside,
But that's all you can hear.
What if I'm crying out for help on the inside?
You smell the scent I wear every day on the outside,
But that's all you can smell.
What if it smells of death on the inside?
You feel soft, smooth skin on the outside,
But that's all you feel.
What if I'm being torn apart on the inside?
You taste sweet lips kissing you on the outside,
But that's all you can taste.
What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?
You can tell I'm happy on the outside,
But what if you can't tell I'm dying on the inside?
Latest Shared StoryThis is my poem of the day because I feel the same way. My boyfriend and I were going through drama, and he think it's okay for him not to say how I feel about it, but it hurts me deep inside...
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6. The Girl In The Corner
When No One NoticesThere is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.
Her life was once happy,
Full of love and care.
She was always laughing.
There was always someone there,
But now her life seems empty.
What's missing, she doesn't know.
She wears a mask every day.
Her true feelings she doesn't show.
Her once colorful and cheerful life
Has turned so dull and grey.
She once enjoyed her group of friends;
Now she just wishes them away.
For when she is by herself,
She can break free from her shell.
She can let the unhappiness break free
And unleash the devil from hell.
Because at the end of the day,
When everyone's in their beds asleep,
The misery surrounds her,
And the pain, it cuts so deep.
She wants somebody to listen,
Someone to understand.
But when she opens up,
Nobody wants to lend a hand.
So she waits until the sun finally sets
To open up once more.
This time it's no longer in words,
But it results in terrible sores.
These sores cry their tears at night.
The tears aren't transparent but a deathly red.
As they cry, she feels a release
From the terrible pain in her head.
Some people would say she is crazy.
Some people would say she is mad,
But she can't resist the temptation when it arrives,
Even though she knows it's bad.
No one will ever understand this urge.
It's something she can't explain.
She feels shame for the scars on her body
But always ends up doing it again.
You see, this girl is a victim
Of something she can't comprehend.
Deep in her heart she knows she must stop,
For her life she doesn't want to end.
But for now it's the only way she knows
To stop feeling the loss of love and care,
Because at the moment she's invisible.
No one notices she's there.Latest Shared StoryHi Kaylee,
You have no idea how much help your poem, your expression of your own pain, is bringing to all these other people who share in how you feel. Writing and poetry were always a way... -
7. The Monster
The Monster Called DepressionIf I showed my true colors, what would society think?
Would they laugh, show pity, or read the ink?
I'm exhausted from smiling every single day
When I know the pain won't just go away.
Every night I cannot sleep
Because my thoughts run so deep.
They went out for a stroll
But got sucked into a black hole.
My focus is no longer there, anywhere.
I don't know why I'm like this, I swear.
It seems like I'm just well-dressed.
That just means how much I'm stressed.
My friends all laugh and hang around.
You don't need water to be drowned.
This darkness beneath consumes my mind.
It's like I'm living my life blind.
On the outside I'm holding it together,
But it's as unpredictable as the weather.
"How are you?" "I'm fine."
But the truth lies between the lines.
It's like being on Mars and trying to breathe air.
When they talk about the future, I don't really care.
You say to suck it up and to be strong,
But little do you know what exactly is wrong.
My life is forever altered because of this.
That cheerful 5 year old is who I miss.
This is war; you either win or die trying.
You speak the truth or continue lying.
The changes were all so very subtle; I don't blame you for not seeing,
But what you don't understand is that I'm a human being.
The truth is you wouldn't last if this was in your brain,
But I've found a way to numb the pain.
I have to fight my mind every single second,
But that's only because this thing had beckoned.
I wouldn't ever choose to feel this way; these were the cards I was dealt.
My only wish is that more people would understand how we felt.
Sometimes a glimpse of wonder wanders on over,
But it's as rare as finding a four leaf clover.
Monsters don't live under our beds.
They scream inside of our heads.
Still I live with hope that one day I will win.
I will defeat the monster that's under my skin.Latest Shared StoryI love this poem. It touches every emotion you feel when you’re depressed. I have suffered from depression for a long time and have been hiding behind a mask. I go to school every day with a...
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8. Happy Girl
Dealing With Depression On Your OwnWhen you look at me,
What do you see?
Do you glimpse a happy girl,
Or do you see the real me?
Most people see the happy girl
Who laughs at everything,
Whose smile will never falter
And has everything life could give.
But if you look closer,
You'll see the real me,
The girl who cries in corners
And has forgotten how to feel.
This girl has fought a war,
A war against herself.
This girl is a murderer;
She killed her former self.
This girl is drowning,
Suffocating in her thoughts.
Her eyes hold a silent plea,
A plea that no one sees.
For everyone is distracted,
Distracted by the happy girl,
The girl who always smiles.
Even when she cries for help,
They never see her tears.
Please look past the happy girl.
Reach out,
Take off her mask,
And if you do,
Wipe her tears
And take the blade out of her grasp.
Latest Shared StoryHeart touching poem. I've suffered from severe depression since I was 12. I am 15 now, and I understand how it feels. It might be different as well. Most presume males don't go through this,...
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9. Who They Wanted Her To Be
The Harsh Truth Of Life With DepressionShe took a deep breath.
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted me to be.
They wanted her to be normal,
Happy and kind.
They never thought
That this girl would be blind.
Not blind by the meaning
But blind in the heart.
Blinded by darkness,
Blinded by dark.
She walks around lifeless,
Her heart beating but dead.
A walking corpse,
She is lost inside her head.
Things have no meaning,
At least not anymore.
She was not how she was,
How she was once before.
She is one of the living
But one of the dead.
A part of her is missing;
She hangs on by a thread.
She hung her head low,
Took one final bow.
She stepped off the edge
Saying one final vow.
"I will not change who I am.
As hard as any of you try,
This is me giving up;
This is one last goodbye."Latest Shared StoryThis poem breaks my heart and soul. I am hurting in my heart for you, but also for my own daughter. After several years of living in complete misery and isolation, my children and myself are...
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10. The Shell
The One Who Sees The Real MeI know so many people,
But do they know me?
They recognize the face,
but that's all they ever see.
They see the shell they think is me,
but they don't see the stuff inside,
the things that are buried,
the things I try to hide.
There are things under the
makeup, clothes, and the style.
There are secrets hidden
under that big phony smile.
Inside, my heart
is thundering like a storm,
and if I were to break,
it'd come pouring like a swarm.
I dwell where it's dark,
wet, and cold,
and I think many thoughts
that nobody knows.
Then there's that one person
who in my soul can shine a light
and discover all sins
hidden in my eyes.
He comforts, he cautions,
and I say, "Don't tell."
He is the one who knows me,
the me under the Shell.Latest Shared StoryThis really touched me because this describes me almost perfectly. I am someone who has to hide who I am, and there was only one person I didn't have to hide myself with. That person sadly...
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11. Nobody Knows
Nobody knows how different I am
The outside of me is not afraid
Not full of pain, or even ashamed
I smile and all of those ignorant fools believe
Of course nothing could be wrong with me
My eyes are dry, I do not shed tears
For that gift was taken away from me dear
I laugh and talk and play along
Keep on existing as if nothing's wrong
Nobody knows how different I am
The inside of me is hollow and empty
Do not fret my dear, for I do not want your pity
I'm tattered and broken beyond repair
My heart is crumbling and full of despair
I'm bloodied and beaten and not really living
I just go through the motions and continue existing
I'm scared and lost, clueless as can be
Is there no one out there to help me
Nobody knows how different I am
And that will never changeLatest Shared StoryDeath, pain, sorrow, these are the things that most of us know. Very few of us know what true love is like or have even had a first kiss, yet we've all felt pain, or is it just me who feels...
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12. Tiauna
A Girl Who Pretends To Be HappyShe couldn't help but realize
That she was slowly starting to change.
Maybe it was the look hidden in her eyes
Or her actions becoming so strange.
When she looked in the mirror,
It all started to tilt,
Her outlook on reality,
To the way she was starting to feel.
But if someone asked her, "Are you okay?"
She would smile and say, "I'm fine."
She knew deep down she was breaking inside,
But she just continued to lie.Latest Shared StoryI can relate to you. My best friend was going through the same thing.
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13. Chasing Sunsets
Unknown Struggle With DepressionHaving depression and anxiety is like being thrown into a raging, surging ocean
When you don't know how to swim.
Meanwhile, the whole world expects you to keep swimming forward,
To keep excelling and moving onward in this thing called life.
But you feel like you're dying.
You're gasping for air.
Every breath is a struggle.
Your feet can't touch the floor.
You feel all alone,
Waves crash over your head and pummel you with water.
You want to give up the fight to stay afloat.
Help comes in the form of pills.
They become your floatation device.
You're no longer relying on sheer willpower to stay alive.
Now at least you won't drown,
But you still don't know how to swim.
Therapy teaches you how to swim.
Soon you are swimming forward again.
Yet even with the best swimming lessons and floaties...
The. Waves. Still. Come.
Bad days still exist and people don't understand.
They assume that you should be all better.
They assume that one bad day means you're relapsing.
You feel ashamed of your bad days,
Like you have to hide them,
But those people just don't understand the journey.
You're still trying to swim forward when waves and currents and rapids are against you.
There's a constant battle going on in your mind.
No wonder you're so tired all the time.
No wonder bad days come sometimes.
Days when getting out of bed is a struggle
And all you want to do is stay under the covers.
But you don't, because the world is waiting for you to show your face.
You choose to get up and take a shower.
You make breakfast and put salt and pepper on your eggs.
You cling to the warmth of your cup of coffee.
You take in the slim amount of theology your brain can handle.
You watch the sun rise and chase the sunset.
You remind yourself who you are.
Bad days still come.
Bad days will come.
But it's different now.
You still feel like you want to die.
You still wish you could.
But Hope's voice is louder,
And Grace's streams run deeper.
Tomorrow might be better.
Tomorrow is already full of new mercies.
Tomorrow there are moments you want to live for.
Sunsets you want to chase,
People you want to hug,
Laughs you want to share and tears you want to cry.
Memories you want to make,
Deep conversations you want to have,
Sand you want to squish between your toes,
Presence you want to live in,
Favorite foods you want to savor and coffee you want to drink.
Pancakes you want to flip,
Music you want to get lost in,
Gifts you want to give,
Love you want to find.
So you choose to keep swimming.
You choose grace.
You choose to remember who you are,
Because brighter days are coming.
His mercies are new every morning.
There are more sunsets to chase,
And someday you will breathe again.Latest Shared StoryI am 17 years old and have been struggling with depression and anxiety for six years. The people who notice don't care enough to help me get help. I would love just for a day to get a...
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14. I Have A Secret
Not Being Able To Talk About DepressionI have a secret.
It tears me apart
Each and every day,
Making its way to my heart.
I have a secret,
Something I cannot destroy.
You can't mess around,
Because this secret is not a toy.
I have a secret
I can no longer control,
Every so often
Making damage its toll.
I have a secret,
It keeps me awake at night.
Sometimes I can't sleep,
Because of all the fright.
I have a secret
That's killing me inside,
Keeping the real me
Locked away to hide.
I have a secret
That's making me die.
I'm not getting well.
But the worst part is
I have a secret
That I cannot tell.Latest Shared StoryI had a similar story to this. I suffer from depression myself. It’s all right to get emotional and let everything out. I’m still going through my depression. I have been for 12 years now,...
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15. No More
Poem About Not Wanting Depression AnymoreMy eyes are heavy,
My mind is sore.
I don't think
I can take this anymore.
My outer core
Seems happy, while
My inner core
Feels so sore.
My head and heart
Are fighting a war.
It's so hard living
At death's door.
My eyes are heavy,
My mind is sore,
But now I know
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16. All I Feel Is Darkness
Darkness closes in around me
As I lay my head to sleep,
Thinking of the sadness that I weep.
Every tear shed is a fear forgotten.
Broken but trying, I pick up the pieces of shattered emotions,
Hoping for a distraction to mask my pain.
As a single teardrop cascades down my cheek,
I put my mind at ease and sleep.
Latest Shared StoryI'm her, but I'm not. I am the one who walks in the halls with a smile and a giggle...but i'm not. The girl who was so sure of her future, the girl who would sneak the sun inside for a short...
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17. The Beginning
The Start Of DepressionHe whispered to her one day, Depression did.
She was just reading in her room when
He creeped up and whispered in her ear,
"No one loves you."
She tried to shake it off.
He hit her one day, Depression did.
She was just sitting in her room when
He took his fist and hit her in the heart.
"No one cares about you," he whispered.
So hurt by this, she went to bed early.
He fooled her one day, Depression did.
She was lying under her blankets when
He lied down next to her.
"No one loves or cares about you, but I do," he whispered.
She sunk further inside her blankets.
He visited her every day now, Depression did,
Telling her his secrets and hitting her in the heart.
She felt suffocated, like she was drowning in sadness,
But she let him in again and again.Latest Shared StoryThis is very well written. The message here can also be associated with any addiction. It's just how it works. You shut it out for ages, you struggle every day, then when you're not on your...
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18. The Mask
I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing.
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task,
is finally over, so I lie down
and wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more,
and I ache and burn from my very core.
Then I'm not alone, and the mask reappears:
out goes the grief, pain, and all of the tears,
as I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.
Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
no matter how much I seem to shine.
I don't even know why I feel this...
why my existence is one long, endless abyss.
But it is and will be, so I cling to life,
as one day I might slip and end it with a knife.
But I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say,
and I hope that one day I will actually be okay.Latest Shared StoryYeah, I know depression sucks. I put on a mask, and when I get home I break down, wanting to die. It hurts going through school pretending to be okay, and when someone asks if you're okay,...
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19. I'll Keep It Hidden
Poem On Hiding Depression From ParentsMy world is falling, crumbling apart,
life is meaningless, and that's just the start.
My heart's so sore, I can feel it breaking,
I swear it leaves me shaking.
Late at night till early in the morning, lying in bed eyes wide open. Didn't sleep last night, like all the others,
instead I just lie crying in the covers.
Quick, wipe away all the tears before they come near.
Must hide this depression and the feelings of fear.
For all they know I'm happy and always smiling,
but deep inside my soul is dying.
I can feel it rotting; it wants to scream,
but I won't let it... not for the time being.
I can never tell them how I feel
'cause the happiness I wear to them is real.
For them to hear that I wish I was dead...
it would kill them, they'd be filled with dread.
So I'll try my best not to be selfish.
I'll keep my secret hidden and just let them rest.
But I can't take it much longer...
I'll probably be dead before they even wonder.Latest Shared StoryI am the parent of a 16 year old son who took his own life. Please hear me out. You're not alone. You should tell someone. We parents care more than you know. When a teen takes their life, it...
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20. Inside
You Didn't See The Truth In My EyesThe lies I tell,
the truth I cry,
the secrets I keep,
they're locked up inside.
No one will know
the hidden side of me,
how I got so low,
how I got this deep.
The people that saw,
the ones that didn't,
they all knew,
they just didn't listen.
I wanted them to ask,
to know they cared,
to know they heard
my silent cries of sadness
that didn't subside.
But they chose to look away,
to pretend like nothing was wrong.
But the cuts I made,
the blood that fell,
the smile I faked,
they were all signs
that I was not okay.
If they saw past my words,
nothing really ever came out.
The answer was in my eyes.
They say everything I feel inside.Latest Shared StoryIt's a poem that truly tells my story. Some friends of mine still don't notice that I am depressed. While in my classroom, I hide my tears. But when someone notices me, I quickly dry them up....
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