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.

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62 Poems abut Fighting Depression

1. Another Breakdown
- By Shaydee A. Ault
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2018
This poem is about breaking down after you hold onto pain for way too long and then it finally just escapes you.

Poem: Experiencing A Mental Breakdown

It's hard when you're always lying,
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.

It's hard when you're always lying,
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.

It's hard when you forget to laugh
And you're scared that someone might see.
Hoping no one saw your face,
As you struggle to remember how to breathe.

It's hard to pretend you're happy,
And you're terrified someone might ask.
It's becoming harder every day;
It's becoming quite a task.

You feel when your body shakes,
As it searches for something to hold.
Though the temperature feels hot,
Your heart and mind feel cold.

Your throat feels like it's closing,
And your legs feel like they're weak.
You try your hardest to grasp a breath,
But there's not even enough to speak.

Your hands remain unsteady,
And your heart pounds like a drum,
And even though you can barely walk,
You fight the urge to run.

You scream as the world starts spinning,
And your knees drop straight to the ground.
You realize in that moment
You're just having another breakdown.
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2. Her Habit
- By Rachel
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2013
This poem isn't about me. It's about my best friend. It's been a 3-year battle with herself. It took me a lot of guts to write this...I hope you like it.

Poem To Best Friend About Cutting

It controls her.
She can't stop it.
It's a constant battle.
She can't drop it.

It controls her.
She can't stop it.
It's a constant battle.
She can't drop it.

It has become a habit.
She can't quit.
It's taking over her body
Bit by bit.

The scars fade,
But the memories don't.
She wants them to leave,
But they refuse...they won't.

It's an ongoing battle.
It's a fight she never wins.
It's a constant struggle.
It's a war that never ends.

It's her sweet escape.
It gets her lost in her own place.
She gets to control the pain.
As her adrenaline starts to race.

She grabs it off the dresser
As a tear falls from her cheek.
She presses even harder,
Reminding herself not to shriek.

No one understands.
No one ever will.
This habit now controls her
As the world around her stands still.

But now the room is spinning.
Her head is getting light.
She falls back in her bed.
Refusing to put up a fight.

She takes one last breath as she turns out the lights.
Then she closes her eyes as she calls it a night.
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3. You Don't Understand
- By Alkiera
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011
My mum suffered years of abuse and depression, so when I realized I was depressed, I thought she would be supportive and would understand. Instead, she screamed at me and wouldn't even listen when I tried to explain...so this poem is about me just learning to deal with the fact that my family isn't there for me, but I know my friends always will be, no matter what.

To Parents Who Don't Care

You don't understand,
you never do.
I try to explain,
but I can't get through to you.

You 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.
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4. I'm The One To Blame
- By Rayne
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2016
Depression is really hurtful. Every time I try to explain the pain, I can never put it into words. I have been dealing with depression my entire childhood. I pretend to be a fun loving girl with all my friends, but all the pain is buried inside me. I know that I cannot blame anyone for the way my soul turned against me, but someday I'm going to find the reason why I turned out the way I did.

What Other People Can't See

I 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.

I 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.
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5. Wretched Monster
- By Shattered Mirror
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2017
Hey guys, as a poet I like going by Shattered Mirror, my pen name. This poem is the reflection of the battles I have in my mind against self-hate and the temptation of suicide. I used to cut, and many times I almost ended it. I still struggle with self-hate and suicidal thoughts. Poetry has been the best outlet I've ever found in the arts.

In my poem, "this song" is what I call my best friend. It comes from This Song Saved My Life by Simple Plan, which is a special song between him and I.

Self-Hate And Suicidal Thoughts

What should I say, how should I feel?
Wretched Monster, tell me what's real.
Can you not see you're causing problems?
No matter what you do, you can't solve them.

What should I say, how should I feel?
Wretched Monster, tell me what's real.
Can you not see you're causing problems?
No matter what you do, you can't solve them.

I stare into your eyes; you stare back at me.
I hate you and love you; I want to be free.
You hold me captive, Wretched Monster, why?
I tear up, but you tell me not to cry.

Wretched Monster, you say I'm nothing.
You leave me in the dark, screaming and cussing.
You beat me down every day without fail,
But I just turn my pain into a tale.

Just turn it into art; that'll fix things.
Wretched Monster, I'm a puppet on strings.
I know you hate me, but I know you're always there.
I look into the mirror and I know that you care.

I want to escape you, but I know what that means.
I'll escape everyone else and leave everything.
I'll grab a blade and my life will be done.
Wretched Monster, that's tempting, but I'll always think of my one.

You ask me what I mean when I think of my one.
I mean my one reason to keep moving on.
I think of "this song;" I think of his pain.
"This song" is my one reason to keep being brave.

"This song" gave me life when you had none to give.
"This song" hugged me tight and told me to live.
Wretched Monster, I love you, but I can't quit.
I'm sorry I disappoint you, but your voice can't win.

I try to smile back even though you point and jeer.
I try not to hate when I see you in the mirror.
I know you're just trying to get through this life,
But I can't live with you when you give me a knife.

Yet I can't let you go, Wretched Monster, you're me.
I can't give you up and continue to breathe.
So let me be happy, and stay far behind.
Stay out of the mirror and out of my mind.

What should I say? How should I feel?
Wretched Monster, you can't tell me what's real.
Because of "this song," I know that you lie.
"This song," unlike you, thanks God I'm alive.
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6. I'm Tired
- By Kristen
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016
I wrote this poem when I was in 6th grade when I started to fall into depression. As things got worse, I kept changing the poem, and now this is what I have left. I think many people can relate to this.

Poem About What Suffering From Depression Feels Like

I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,

I'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.
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7. I'm Depressed
- By Bethany Ashley
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2011
I've been going through a really hard time at the moment - my dad who abused me when I was younger has just come back into my life and I've had really bad boy and friendship troubles, too, and I had just realized what a bad state I was in when I wrote this. It really means a lot to me, so I hope it's all right for everyone else.

People say chin up,
But I just feel like giving up.
People say smile and it will all go away,
But I feel like crying each day.

People say chin up,
But I just feel like giving up.
People say smile and it will all go away,
But I feel like crying each day.

Everything takes effort to do.
This constant pain is so hard to live through.
Lie in bed and see the day dawning,
Hate myself for waking up that morning.

I know I need help, and I know I need support.
Don't wanna spend my life feeling this way; it's just too short,
But I just can't seem to speak out,
Say what this feeling is all about.

Even if I did tell someone, what could they do?
I don't think they could fix this, do you?
I'm so sick and tired of feeling this way.
I want to smile and laugh for real and be happy each and every day.

There's sometimes in the day when I forget about it all,
When I smile and laugh, but then I remember it's like a ten thousand foot fall.
Do you know what it's like for your eyes to constantly sting?
Do you know what it's like to be happy and at the same time feel nothing?

I don't think I could end it without living the rest of my life.
See, my mind and body shudder when I think of picking up a knife,
But I really don't feel like I can carry on this way,
Feeling so low and empty each and every day.

It's so hard for me to admit to myself exactly what's wrong,
Hard for me to show myself that I'm not that strong.
This idea of happiness, you may say I'm a little obsessed.
But I think right now I finally see...I'm depressed.
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8. I'm Dying On The Inside
- By Ashley
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009
I'm unhappy, but nobody can tell. I hide it.

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 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?

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9. Suicidal Temptations
- By Desaray Machinine
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008
The story on our face is not the story of what is going on within.

Shattered soul, tattered mind.
The way back is what I hope to find.
Broken dreams lost without a trace.
Lately I've been feeling a little out of place.

Shattered soul, tattered mind.
The way back is what I hope to find.
Broken dreams lost without a trace.
Lately I've been feeling a little out of place.
Broken heart fills me with sorrow.
Please God, tell me there will be a brighter day tomorrow.
There's only a temporary enjoyment I feel.
If you looked deep into my eyes, they will reveal
The hurt, the pain.
Please God, tell me I'm not insane.
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10. My Room, Dark Black
- By Anonymous
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2012
I sit in my room and all of this happens...but the thing is when someone calls me I'll force myself to stop and talk back with a normal tone, and if they want to see me, I wipe my tears and say, "Hold on. I'm changing."

Struggling To Overcome The Past

my room, dark black
my nightmares come back
my past, won't leave me
I need someone to free me

my room, dark black
my nightmares come back
my past, won't leave me
I need someone to free me
deep hurt, my pain
all the regret makes me insane
my eyes, wet
the reasons why, I'll never forget
my arm, bloody
my words, cunning
my heart, broken
on each breath, I'm choking
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11. The Girl In The Corner
- By Kaylee Everhaert
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017
Hello, I'm Kaylee, and I am suffering from major depression. This is a poem I wrote about a week ago. It was one of my really bad days, and no one seemed to notice, so I went to a corner with a pen and paper and ended up writing a poem about how I felt. I hope you can understand what I mean by this poem.

When No One Notices

There 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.

There 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.
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12. The Happy Girl
- By Abigail Hetherington
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014
I wrote this about my own life. I feel like someone needs to know how I feel.

Poem About Horrible Depression

She is happy and friendly,
People say every day.
Shy but happy,
And loving, they say.

She is happy and friendly,
People say every day.
Shy but happy,
And loving, they say.

But if they looked closer,
Into her eyes,
They would see all the pain,
The pain she lives through and hides.

Why can't they see into
The poor girl's soul?
The girl who suffers bullying
But no one is told.

She hides it well,
Never tells anyone.
But when no one is there,
She lets the tears run.

She cries and screams,
All day and all night.
But if someone is there,
She hides it in fright.

No one knows the pain,
Because of her mask.
She lives through each day,
Impossible tasks.

She hopes that soon
She will be OK.
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13. The Monster
- By Katie Q. McKee
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2017
I struggle with depression, and I tried to see a way that would give it justice. I didn't want to give this disease power, but I need to write it down, so this is how I feel.

The Monster Called Depression

If 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

If 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.
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14. Happy Girl
- By Anjali Velani
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2017
I started feeling depressed when I was 8 years old. At first I didn't know why I felt so down all the time, but as I grew up I started to realize that it wasn't normal. So I decided to hide my depression and promised myself that I would always keep smiling, no matter what. As I grew older, that promise became harder and harder to keep. I am now 13 years old and still dealing with depression. I wrote this poem originally when I was 10 and found it recently, so I edited it and decided to put it up here.

Dealing With Depression On Your Own

When you look at me,
What do you see?
Do you glimpse a happy girl,
Or do you see the real me?

When 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.

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15. The Mask
- By Kasi
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2009
A poem written by a teen who had most everything yet was still very, very depressed. She was hopelessly afraid to tell her parents, even though they probably would have been very understanding. She had this problem for a few years.

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.

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.
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16. Who They Wanted Her To Be
- By Mn
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2014
This is my poem about what it is like to live in a world as a depressed teenager where everyone is trying to instruct you on how to feel and behave.

The Harsh Truth Of Life With Depression

She took a deep breath.
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted me to be.

She 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."
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17. The Shell
- By Chloe G. Railsback
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018
I just want to make this clear: this poem does NOT describe my life. I wrote this because I know people out there have this heavy, weakening weight on their shoulders, and they shouldn't have to deal with it alone.

The One Who Sees The Real Me

I know so many people,
But do they know me?
They recognize the face,
but that's all they ever see.

I 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.
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18. Nobody Knows
- By Emily
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2010
Sometimes, times can very hard. To get through those times, I write. It's the best way to express feelings. Honestly, I think this poem is pretty self explanatory.

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

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 change
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19. Ignorance
- By Kate H.
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014
I can think of no better way to put my feelings into words than this piece of writing. I thought that my life had no value. I thought that one person gone wouldn't make a difference. I was almost too late when I realized that every single person on this earth makes a difference. Nobody should have to leave that way.

The Emotions Of Someone Who Is Suicidal

Is anybody out there?
Is anybody listening?
The words from my mouth are silent,
But my tears scream your name.

Is anybody out there?
Is anybody listening?
The words from my mouth are silent,
But my tears scream your name.

No one takes notice
Of the pain that I display.
How did I get here
To this dark and lonely place?

I wish someone would pierce the veil.
I wish someone could lead me through.
I want someone to take my hand
And for once see what I'm going through.

I wish someone would find me here
And save me from the pain
I want it to be over soon.
I don't want to stay.

Empty souls around me carry on with their day.
They don't seem to notice the mask that's plastered on my face.
Ignorance is bliss to them, and they turn a blind eye.
Little do they know or care if I make it through the night.

The haunting sounds inside my head keep me from my dreams.
Two conflicting voices make a coward out of me.
Finally someone notices and pulls me into sight.
They cry fake tears regretfully and they tell me to fight.
I tell them I'm done with these silly thoughts and that I'm here to stay.
I tell them not to worry, tomorrow is a new day.

They think my fight is over,
That I've made it out all right.
Little do they know,
The same thoughts still haunt me at night.
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20. Chasing Sunsets
- By Natalie Grace
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2016
I lived with undiagnosed depression and anxiety for four years. After treatment, I am having many more good days, but people assume that bad days don't come anymore. People assume that one bad day means I'm relapsing. Bad days come. They will always come. Yet it's different now. Yes, thoughts of vanishing and escaping this life come to mind, but Hope is stronger. There are moments of tomorrow that are worth living for.

Unknown Struggle With Depression

Having 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.

Having 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.
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Depression Poems by Teens

Painful Poems About Teenage Depression

62 Poems abut Fighting Depression

1. Another Breakdown

This poem is about breaking down after you hold onto pain for way too long and then it finally just escapes you.

2. Her Habit

This poem isn't about me. It's about my best friend. It's been a 3-year battle with herself. It took me a lot of guts to write this...I hope you like it.

3. You Don't Understand

4. I'm The One To Blame

5. Wretched Monster

6. I'm Tired

I wrote this poem when I was in 6th grade when I started to fall into depression. As things got worse, I kept changing the poem, and now this is what I have left. I think many people can relate to this.

7. I'm Depressed

8. I'm Dying On The Inside

I'm unhappy, but nobody can tell. I hide it.

9. Suicidal Temptations

The story on our face is not the story of what is going on within.

10. My Room, Dark Black

I sit in my room and all of this happens...but the thing is when someone calls me I'll force myself to stop and talk back with a normal tone, and if they want to see me, I wipe my tears and say, "Hold on. I'm changing."

11. The Girl In The Corner

12. The Happy Girl

I wrote this about my own life. I feel like someone needs to know how I feel.

13. The Monster

I struggle with depression, and I tried to see a way that would give it justice. I didn't want to give this disease power, but I need to write it down, so this is how I feel.

14. Happy Girl

15. The Mask

A poem written by a teen who had most everything yet was still very, very depressed. She was hopelessly afraid to tell her parents, even though they probably would have been very understanding. She had this problem for a few years.

16. Who They Wanted Her To Be

This is my poem about what it is like to live in a world as a depressed teenager where everyone is trying to instruct you on how to feel and behave.

17. The Shell

I just want to make this clear: this poem does NOT describe my life. I wrote this because I know people out there have this heavy, weakening weight on their shoulders, and they shouldn't have to deal with it alone.

18. Nobody Knows

Sometimes, times can very hard. To get through those times, I write. It's the best way to express feelings. Honestly, I think this poem is pretty self explanatory.

19. Ignorance

20. Chasing Sunsets