State Of Mind
Depression is a state of mind
but remember my dear
it is a crime
to cut the throat of a beloved soul...
Depression is a state of mind
but remember my dear
it is a crime
to cut the throat of a beloved soul...
I once had a online friend who was very suicidal. He hated life and stuff. It was super hard for me to cope around him. I fell in love with him...why? What was there to love? But I did...
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I'd never reveal what's hidden inside,
Living with this awful lie.
Masking the pain with fraud smiles,
My hopes begin to fade.
This poem makes me feel like I'm not alone. It gives me the sense that other people know what I'm going through. Even though I couldn't show all my depression even if I tried, which I...
She runs downstairs, It's half past eight
She does this every single night when it starts to get late
She runs in the kitchen then back upstairs
Following her is her shadow the only one who seems to care...
This poem really hits me right in the heart. I know exactly what it feels like, to the point where I can picture myself as the girl in the poem. I've been struggling with self harm for almost...
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Trapped inside this body,
Imprisoned here against my will.
No choice my own.
Every move decided by this angel who has taken possession of this body.
I know what you mean. I just wanted to let you know you are not alone I am also broken beyond repair and will never be the same again.
I lay here crying
asking why me
you must really hate me
god why me...
I will be your crying shoulder hun. My life sucks too. People hate me like what the f**k did I do to deserve this....ya baby girl I feel your pain
She cuts where no one can see,
No happiness is the only weakness in me.
She hides the pain,
Although it's almost making her go insane.
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Depression is an ocean
A sea of emotions
Depression is a war
A constant battle within yourself
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 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, ...
My name is Grace and this poem had touched me deeply, because I have experienced the same thing that Leslie had gone through. I feel and carry too much pain ever since I was born. I was born...
I hide it from you,
And I hide it from them.
I act with a clue,
I act like a gem.
This is so how I feel...trying to not let anyone know but not saying anything. It eats you up inside.