Depression Poems by Teens - Page 2

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21. Tiauna
- By Shaydee A. Ault
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2018
I wrote this poem for my best friend, Tiauna, when she tried to tell me nothing was wrong with her, but I saw the emptiness in her eyes. She was able to fool everyone around her: her family, teachers, people at church, and people at school. But she could never fool me. I wrote this to let her know that someone saw beneath the smile and that I was here for her even in her darkest days. Even when nobody else could tell she was hurting, I was going to be there for her.

A Girl Who Pretends To Be Happy

She 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.

She 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.
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22. The New Me
- By J. Dezz
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014
I am a living, breathing piece of art; I am proof that things can change, and I am proud to be the new me.

Changing For The Better

Sometimes it gets better.
Sometimes you heal.
Sometimes my eyes get wetter
Waiting for these scars to heal.

Sometimes it gets better.
Sometimes you heal.
Sometimes my eyes get wetter
Waiting for these scars to heal.

The scars on the outer,
The scars on the inner.
I scream and I cry louder and louder.
My voice just gets tired and my lifeline much thinner.

That was the old me,
The scared me,
The dying.
That was the hurt me,
The bleeding me,
The crying.

The night that I changed is still so clear.
I swallowed those pills with not a single fear.
I stumbled and fell, but I didn't care.
No more crying, no cutting, not one more blank stare.

The pain was unbearable; what had I done?
I haven't lived yet, my life had just begun.
I awoke my guardian, to the clinic we went.
I slept off the pills and awoke to resent.

I felt so ill, inside and out.
I went to a center and learned all about
How to be fine, how to live without
The blades and the pills; it's all over now.

Meet the new me.
She's smiling but scarred.
Meet the new me.
She shoots for the stars.
Meet the new me.
She's doing fine.
Meet the new me.
She tries and she strives.
Meet the new me.
She's glad she's alive.
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23. I Have A Secret
- By Stephanie Croston
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2014
When I wrote this poem, I was depressed. That was my secret. Being a teen and having depression isn't the easiest thing to talk to people about. So instead of talking about my problem, I wrote poems to help me get through everything.

Not Being Able To Talk About Depression

I have a secret.
It tears me apart
Each and every day,
Making its way to my heart.

I 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.
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24. No More
- By Caroline
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016
I was depressed and wanted to go through no more, so I wrote this poem, intending for it to be a song.

Poem About Not Wanting Depression Anymore

My eyes are heavy,
My mind is sore.
I don't think
I can take this anymore.

My 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
I will fight once more.
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25. All I Feel Is Darkness
- By Lindsay
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2017
I have been battling with depression for about a month now, and every day get up I feel like I have to reassure myself I'm gonna be okay just so I can go to school. I decided to write this because writing calms me down and makes me want to stop cutting.

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.

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.

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26. The Beginning
- By Blackrose7
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017
I had been struggling with depression for a couple of years. This is how I felt when I first noticed it.

The Start Of Depression

He 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."

He 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.
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27. Indescribable
- By Mack
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2015
I'm fine now. This is just what I remember.

Poem About The Hate And Pain Of Depression

The burning hate,
so severe, everlasting,
the hate you take every day,
that you absorb,

The burning hate,
so severe, everlasting,
the hate you take every day,
that you absorb,
the burning hate that you despise,
the hate.
You hate the tired, the draining exhaustion that burns,
you can't get rid of it, no matter how much rest.
You hate the pent up anger
that you release into the world to handle,
but you don't care,
but deep down under the hate, you do.
You hate the sadness,
almost.
You have too many emotions to tell.
You are alone, no matter how much someone loves you.
You are alone, almost scared.
Almost.
You hate the confusion,
the haze you live behind,
your mind,
a prison.
Every night
you dread the next day,
and what lies ahead.
Sleep heals,
but hardly does it help.
The headache, stomachache, muscle aches,
pain to the bone.
Pain,
inside and out,
merciless, unforgiving,
indescribable.
You forget what it's like to
smile, laugh, be loose, be fun, be social,
be what you used to be.
And what you hate the most
is the stress,
the hair yanking,
indescribable stress.
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28. Monsters Roar Inside Me
- By Gracie Kilroy
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008
The poem expresses the internal struggle of depression. Feelings are trapped inside and the only way to make people understand is for them to step inside your head and take a walk with your monsters. The poem is a powerful and relatable representation of the struggles of depression and the longing for understanding of the pain.

Silent Struggles: A Poem About Depression

I'm closed up ready to burst.
Every freakish thought tingles inside me.
My feelings want to escape but they live in silence.
They can't find a way to morph into words,

I'm closed up ready to burst.
Every freakish thought tingles inside me.
My feelings want to escape but they live in silence.
They can't find a way to morph into words,
Words that make people understand,
Words to make people feel.
Please,
Step inside my head for a moment,
Take a walk with my crazy thoughts,
Let them explain to you what it feels like.
Come,
Hold hands with my monsters.
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29. They Think They Know
- By Mackenzie Delancey
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014
Some may say that my poems are just random words scribbled on a page with no meaning whatsoever. But, as usual, they're wrong. Dreadfully, terribly wrong. My poems ARE me. Everything that I endure pours through me and onto the many pages of pain and agony. Though my poems may be depressing, this one in particular, they ARE me. I don't know any other way of expressing my feelings without coming out to be weak. I'm sorry if they are a bit dreadful, but I don't know what else I'm supposed to do.

Poem On Why People Cut Themselves

"Stop cutting yourself!" they scream.
"It's the first stage of suicide," they say,
But they just don't understand, do they?
They don't understand what it's like.

"Stop cutting yourself!" they scream.
"It's the first stage of suicide," they say,
But they just don't understand, do they?
They don't understand what it's like.
What it's like to feel SO ... MUCH ... PAIN.
What it's like to feel so much emptiness.
THEY
JUST
DON'T
UNDERSTAND!
Everything I go through!
Everything I lock away inside
NOBODY understands!

They think they do though.
They think they have me all figured out.
They ALL think they know how it feels,
But in reality
They have no idea.

Nor will they ever.

So why do I do it?
Why do I go through more pain?

It blocks everything out.
It makes the pain go away
Or at least numbs me.
I can't really feel the pain through all the tears.

But only for a little while.
Sooner or later the pain returns
All at once
With no warning,
And the whole cycle of ruin, emptiness, and pain
Returns
To me
Once more,

For me to endure
By myself,
Alone.

Forever
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30. What Really Goes On?
- By Emmi Hayes
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2013
No one truly knows what goes on in the life of a cutter...unless you are one.

The Perspective Of A Cutter

We all have a friend
Who's silver and shines
It pierces our skin
And draws the red lines

We all have a friend
Who's silver and shines
It pierces our skin
And draws the red lines

It leaves several scars
Over the years
But it lets out our screams
As well as our fears

It gives us relief
We need the sensation
But we keep it a secret
We hate the attention

Those perfect red lines
They become such a burden
But we do it anyway
Because we're tired of hurting

Some call us psycho
But we know they're all wrong
They all know what to be
We don't know where we belong

We hide the scars
Under jackets and sleeves
Our loved ones don't know
The cuts stay unseen

We try to act fine
So no one'll know
But sometimes we slip
And the cracks begin to show
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31. Depression
- By Stephanie
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015
This poem is displaying the struggles with depression and how when in depression you don't want anyone to know about it. Then you realize you need to tell loved ones that you are suffering with depression because you can only do so much for yourself.

The Light At The End Of Depression

Depression is an ocean
A sea of emotions
Depression is a war
A constant battle within yourself

Depression is an ocean
A sea of emotions
Depression is a war
A constant battle within yourself
Depression is silent
A way you control it is in silence

Depression is common
But unlikely to be seen
Hidden by its victims
Mistaken as a weakness
The tears you cry are so many
You can't hide your struggle
But some days you hide it better than others

Depression can be conquered
With the help of your emotions
You must show others you struggle too
To help others you must help yourself first
Love yourself unconditionally
Then others will be able to love you too
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32. Pain Unforgotten
- By Danni
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013
A look at my past life when I felt nothing would save me. But then my best friend came along and showed me that there is more to life than a blade.

I look in the mirror
See my past life
The scars so pronounced
from the blade of my knife

I look in the mirror
See my past life
The scars so pronounced
from the blade of my knife
A single tear drops
From my eye to the floor
What happened to me
I can't take it no more
Why did I start this
Now I can't stop
The blade on my skin
I watch the blood drop
I pull down my sleeve
Ashamed but yet better
I write down my thoughts
In a suicide letter
But then she comes along
The best friend that I know
She saved me from myself
And a new world she did show
Now scars are just scars
And memories just fade
And never again
Will I touch that blade
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33. Wrist Cutter
- By Grecia
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2011
Just a poem I wrote, not sure if it is all that good, but whatever....

I slit my wrist to erase the pain.
you look at me and think I'm insane.
My eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.

I slit my wrist to erase the pain.
you look at me and think I'm insane.
My eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Look at my scars, then you will see
why I can't seem to go around and fake happy,
yet you tell me you love me, that you'll forget,
for I'll soon be gone, and I'll be your greatest regret.
So let me die, broken and scarred,
I can't deal with life, it's getting far too hard.
Everything's gone wrong; it's not worth trying,
so leave me alone because I feel like I'm dying.
I don't want you to worry,
because my life is ending in a hurry.
I'll be fine and happy, you see,
for death is what I wished for and soon it will be.
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34. I'll Keep It Hidden
- By Miika
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2010
My name is Miika and I am nearly 13. I can never tell my parents how I feel because I tried once but they just didn't believe me. I needed to tell someone, so I wrote this.

Poem On Hiding Depression From Parents

My world is falling, crumbling apart,
life is meaningless, and that's just the start.

My heart's so sore, I can feel it breaking,

My 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.
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35. I Am Who I Am
- By Tamara
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2011
This is just a poem about general sadness

I'm not myself
I'm not who you want me to be
I'm not who I want to be
I am who I am

I'm not myself
I'm not who you want me to be
I'm not who I want to be
I am who I am
I'm sad most of the time
I'm not suicidal
But I'm not breathing life
I smile to look happy
I'm such a good actor that no one notices
Sometimes I wish they could
I don't want attention but I want people to know I'm sad
I'm not one for crying
But lately it's all I want to do
I go through the day in a haze talking to people as if I'm happy
I laugh at their jokes
When they ask me if I'm ok
I smile and say yes
Wishing I could say no
I'm not myself
But I am who I am.
Myself
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36. Lost
- By Thalia
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008
I wrote this poem because it is exactly what I feel.

Pain Poem

What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
When you're tired of living and playing this game?
When you know your life is meaningless and you're the only one to blame?

What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
When you're tired of living and playing this game?
When you know your life is meaningless and you're the only one to blame?

What do you call it when the hurt is in your soul?
When you smile and laugh but you know it's all a show?
When you feel like you've hit your all-time low?
When nothing makes you happy and the darkness around you grows?

What do you call it when you feel so alone?
When you're in your house but it don't feel like home?
When you look back in your life and every choice you made now seems wrong?
When the wait to die seems too long?
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37. Feeling Nothing
- By Milene
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2008
I wrote this poem after I attempted suicide in my early teen years

Nothing.
everyday I wake up feeling like my world is upside down
every island of my heart is being submerged into a deep abyss of unfamiliar waters
I have no oxygen and no one to help me.

Nothing.
everyday I wake up feeling like my world is upside down
every island of my heart is being submerged into a deep abyss of unfamiliar waters
I have no oxygen and no one to help me.
I am left with nothing but my thoughts
nothing but my pain
and nothing but my sorrow
I have nothing
as I gasp for air
my lungs fill with the lonely waters of uncertainty
I beat my legs as hard as I can but never move an inch
I swing my arms as fast as I can but all I see is hope slipping through my fingertips
and just when I feel my heart turning cold
I look to god to save me
but he will never come
and I will never be happy
I struggle to stay alive
but the darkness soon breaks me
and with nowhere left to turn
I let myself go
stranded somewhere between happiness and hopelessness
with nothing but my thoughts
nothing but my pain
and nothing but my sorrow
I am left with nothing
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38. This Life Is Mine
- By Bryan Leblanc
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2009
I lie in my bed, lost,
My soul covered with frost.
As I start to shiver,
My soul begins to wither.

I lie in my bed, lost,
My soul covered with frost.
As I start to shiver,
My soul begins to wither.

The tears fall down my face
As I try to find my place
In this lonely world,
All so cold.

I begin to cry
As I start to try
To change my fate,
For it's not too late.

The tears begin to fade
As I regret the choices I made
In my dark and gloomy past.
I know this depression won't last.

So I begin to see
There is hope for me
As my soul begins to shine,
For I am glad this life is mine.
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39. Alone In A Crowded Room
- By Ashley C.
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009
I have been struggling with depression for quite some time. Being alone is the ultimate pain. The worst part is that nobody can see it. They are occupied with themselves, not seeing what someone is really feeling inside. Sometimes you wish that someone would just be there. This poem shares the feelings that many people including myself feel about being alone.

All alone in this crowded room.
My eyes meet one...another.
They do not see me for what I am.
They see the smile on my face;

All alone in this crowded room.
My eyes meet one...another.
They do not see me for what I am.
They see the smile on my face;
The lies that I'm holding, in order to keep myself together.
They do not know the pain I feel.

Their smile is real.

So I am alone in this crowded room;
Waiting for someone to see through;
To save me from myself from the loneliness...
that has overcome me;
controlled me.
I am a slave to this feeling;
Waiting for something better,
Suffering in myself,
Needing a savior.
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40. Something To Fear
- By Jae Morales
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2015
This poem is about depression and how it can affect you, or basically what it can do. Enjoy!

Poem About What Depression Can Feel Like

I hide it from you,
And I hide it from them.
I act with a clue,
I act like a gem.

I hide it from you,
And I hide it from them.
I act with a clue,
I act like a gem.

I have it so deep,
Locked away deep inside.
It seeps and it creeps,
But it's so hard to hide.

It roots itself down,
It sticks to your core.
It is all around,
Making life like a chore.

It consumes and destroys,
Until nothing's left.
It blocks everything out, like white noise,
And it grows and grows, doubling in heft.

Now, I have just one little question for you, dear,
Whoever told you depression wasn't something to fear?
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Depression Poems by Teens - Page 2

21. Tiauna

22. The New Me

I am a living, breathing piece of art; I am proof that things can change, and I am proud to be the new me.

23. I Have A Secret

When I wrote this poem, I was depressed. That was my secret. Being a teen and having depression isn't the easiest thing to talk to people about. So instead of talking about my problem, I wrote poems to help me get through everything.

24. No More

I was depressed and wanted to go through no more, so I wrote this poem, intending for it to be a song.

25. All I Feel Is Darkness

I have been battling with depression for about a month now, and every day get up I feel like I have to reassure myself I'm gonna be okay just so I can go to school. I decided to write this because writing calms me down and makes me want to stop cutting.

26. The Beginning

I had been struggling with depression for a couple of years. This is how I felt when I first noticed it.

27. Indescribable

I'm fine now. This is just what I remember.

28. Monsters Roar Inside Me

29. They Think They Know

30. What Really Goes On?

No one truly knows what goes on in the life of a cutter...unless you are one.

31. Depression

This poem is displaying the struggles with depression and how when in depression you don't want anyone to know about it. Then you realize you need to tell loved ones that you are suffering with depression because you can only do so much for yourself.

32. Pain Unforgotten

A look at my past life when I felt nothing would save me. But then my best friend came along and showed me that there is more to life than a blade.

33. Wrist Cutter

Just a poem I wrote, not sure if it is all that good, but whatever....

34. I'll Keep It Hidden

My name is Miika and I am nearly 13. I can never tell my parents how I feel because I tried once but they just didn't believe me. I needed to tell someone, so I wrote this.

35. I Am Who I Am

This is just a poem about general sadness

36. Lost

I wrote this poem because it is exactly what I feel.

37. Feeling Nothing

I wrote this poem after I attempted suicide in my early teen years

38. This Life Is Mine

39. Alone In A Crowded Room

40. Something To Fear

This poem is about depression and how it can affect you, or basically what it can do. Enjoy!