Depression Poems by Teens - Page 4

  1. 61. State Of Mind

    • By Sarah
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011

    This poem is about depression/self harm and how much it can effect a person.

    Depression is a state of mind
    but remember my dear
    it is a crime
    to cut the throat of a beloved soul
    and suck the life from within the hole
    cross out the lies that left your lips
    and drink the blood with thirsty sips
    snap her bones into shattered glass
    hold your breath until the screaming pass
    shout her name from miles away
    he doesn't move he doesn't stay.

    Rip the wound with foolish tears
    and cover the scar with dreaded fears
    taste the pain on your own bandaged tongue
    and drip the tears into her precious lungs
    shoot the smile from her face
    and bring her to a forbidden place
    screaming, she runs away
    he doesn't move he doesn't stay.

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  2. 62. Unseen Misery

    • By Shellena
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007

    One girl suffers from depression in silence and her life ends tragically

    Depression And Suicide

    There was this girl
    Who had a great deal of pain
    She been raped and beat
    She had hurt and hatred running through her veins

    She hid her misery
    Oh so very well
    No one knew
    She had no one to tell

    She went through life
    Having everyone fooled
    School was unbearable
    So she became home schooled

    No one seen
    The cries she cried
    But if you looked deep within
    You could see it in her eyes

    She needed someone
    A friend
    Someone there
    A helping hand

    She cut herself
    Until she died
    And now her friends live
    With the guilt deep down inside

    If only someone saw
    her soul was blistery
    If only some one knew about
    her unseen misery
    © Copyright 2007 Shellena Peters

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  3. 63. Don't Judge A Girl By What She Lets You See

    • By Mika
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2015

    It's pretty much a story about depression and what it feels like.

    The Pain Behind A Smile

    If I told you I was okay, would you believe me or even care?
    Can you see the strong upheld girl who is always happy?
    Or can you see the darkness and sadness that overtakes her?
    When you look into her eyes can you see the pain or the horror?
    Did you even know she only had a father and was abused by her mother?
    Or all the problems that happened when she was at home?
    That her family was her bully
    The voices in her head were her friends
    She wouldn't fall asleep or eat
    She became overwhelmed with it all
    Cutting became addictive, she couldn't stop
    She wore long sleeve shirts because she was scared of what you would think
    You now see all these things that you didn't know
    Millions more are going through similar situations
    Just because she smiles doesn't mean she has nothing to hide
    Just because she said she is okay doesn't mean it's always true
    Don't judge a girl by what she lets you see

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  4. 64. Red Tears

    • By Kaytee
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2009

    this is dedicated to my very, very much missed friend. He doesn't know who he his, but that's kind of the point.

    One night, I looked up and saw all of the stars.
    Then looked down at my arm from which I bled thick, red tears.
    Thinking about how I could have been with you if only I tried.
    Why didn't I?
    I know that answer.
    You were too good for me.
    But if only, if only I knew.
    You were looking up at the stars and at your arms,
    thinking the same thing too.

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  5. 65. The other Girl

    • By Idalis
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2009

    I wrote this poem because I had a lot of anger and sadness, and I just needed to let it out. Also because I felt left out and different.

    The Other Girl

    The "other" girl
    I may be sweet and kind,
    But there is more to this girl.
    I can laugh and smile,
    But behind those smiles,
    There is another side.

    This side, nobody knows of,
    I keep it locked up deep inside,
    My heart is filled with anger and sadness,
    Most of the time this side of me,
    Makes me want to die.

    It's a whole new me,
    This "side" as you may call it,
    Controls me and has turned me into something,
    Something I never wanted to be.
    It has turned me into the "other" girl

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  6. 66. What Happened

    dedicated to my parents apologizing for how much I've changed so fast and for becoming what I am right now. I know it's not what they wanted. I'm so caught up in it all I don't know what to do

    she knew exactly what she wanted
    and how she'd get it
    not trying so hard
    just to make it

    she was close to her family
    she had their trust
    she was the best that she could be
    how fast it all changes

    it was the blink of an eye
    knowing the consequences all to well
    she tried new things
    she never thought she would

    drifting farther from her family
    and closer to her friends
    trying harder just to make it
    she's lost and confused

    in life's big game
    she doesn't know where she's going
    or how she got to where she is
    she wants it to end

    but then again
    she really doesn't
    she just wants to give up
    and give it all away

    she knows how much she's changed
    and she's so sorry
    that she drifted so far
    into something that nobody ever wanted her to be

    she knows they love her
    but do they trust her

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  7. 67. Which One Is It?

    • By Jayne-Marie Valois
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2016

    I'm depressed, and last night, instead of using a razor, I used a pencil to write down these words on a paper instead of my wrist. I've been depressed for a few months now. My close friends know, but they don't try to help me or get me to get help. They just live their lives normally, thinking nothing is wrong with me. I know they care, but sometimes it seems as if they don't. I'm hoping one of them will read this and help me.

    Trying To Make Sense Of How I Feel

    I'm depressed.
    I'm happy.
    Which one is it?
    I ask myself each day.

    I hate you.
    I love you.
    Which one is it?
    I ask myself each day.

    I want to die.
    I want to live.
    Which one is it?
    I ask myself each day.

    I want to cry.
    I want to smile.
    Which one is it?
    I ask myself each day.

    I'm depressed, but you think I'm happy.
    I love you, but sometimes you think I hate you.
    I want to live, but I don't know how.
    I want to smile, but I can't stop crying.

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  8. 68. Trapped In My Own Depression

    • By Courtney Young
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2012

    This started out as me writing an ekphrastic poem (Greek word meaning description, ekphrastic poetry is a form of poetry where the poem describes a work of art.) for my English class and it turned out well soo here it is.....

    Ekphrastic Poem

    Save me for it is I who is trapped in my own depression
    I'm drowning in my tears
    I'm dying from the pain of no tomorrow

    Killing me, killing me slowly
    softly, painfully, it keeps going and going
    and I keep dragging on in my own sorrow

    My tears are the biggest waterfall in the world.
    How did I get this way?
    I am the loneliest girl.

    I, the shadow of my own imperfections
    kicking and screaming as I sleep
    I'm afraid

    I am broken into little sections
    where do I go??? What do I do????
    For, I am depressed.

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  9. 69. My Shadow

    • By Leslie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008

    I have been depressed for some years now and I just want my friends to understand because they don't. I also cant get over it, its so hard.

    Heartbreaking Cry Of Depression

    I sit here all alone in this dark scary place,
    I want to run but it grabs me by the wrist,
    its like my shadow and it holding my hand leading me where it wants to take me,
    to its dark scary land,
    I want to be happy like I was once before,
    I want to wear I real smile one that's not a fake lie,
    I want to get over my pain but I can't its so hard,
    I wish I could tell all and for them to understand,
    so here I am sitting alone and waiting for my shadow to leave me alone and to be gone.

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  10. 70. December's Cold

    • By Jamie R
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2014

    This is a poem that I wrote...hope you like it.

    Poem About Depression And Sadness

    I look back at my life and find no reasons to smile,
    No happiness, no love
    As the depression piles.

    I lost all my faith
    In this journey of hate,
    And my trust ran away
    All because of fate.

    I come home to darkness
    As reality falls on me like rain on a summer's day.
    Clouds cover my view of the above,
    As all the memories come my way.

    All I want to do
    Is shut my eyes tight,
    Close them forever
    In the deepest of the night.

    All I need
    is a poison for my soul
    To save me at night
    In the December's cold.

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  11. 71. Have You Ever Lived My Life

    • By Caitlin
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2009

    Have you ever felt like you could do nothing right;
    Have you ever felt like giving up the fight;
    Have you ever slit your wrists;
    Have you ever picked up a knife;
    I have 1 question for you,

    Have you ever lived my life?

    I'm better now and I got help;
    but sometimes I feel as though I'm slipping back;
    I pick up that old rusted knife, and that bottle of pills, but then I think......
    Will hell be full of thrills?
    I know it won't and that's what keeps me clean.

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  12. 72. 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 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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  13. 73. Monsters Roar Inside Me

    • By Gracie Kilroy
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008
    Wanting To Live With 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,
    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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