Poems About: DEPRESSION
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301.This is it...
Depression is when you can't sleep and you get so bored looking at your roof, that you spend week’s nights contemplating what to do with it only to find that you wouldn't have enough determination to do it.
Depression isn't always suicide. It’s obvious to only you. And always will be my way of life. It makes you gain weight, lose weight, not eat, eat too much. It has a feeling of death. It kills you even if you have the best things in the world.
Depression is no family, real friends or a love life. It’s the broken pieces of your heart. It’s the twisted sense of time. It’s seeing happiness everywhere you go. It’s hoping to survive and having no hope as well.
Depression isn't contemplating suicide, but wishing you were already there. It’s losing an enthusiasm for something you once loved. It’s when you hate yourself for no reason at all. It’s the hatred of your family you don’t even know. read more »justine spohn
302.DEEPEST DEPRESSION (REVISED)
Staring at the walls...at the pictures that hang there
each photo...of it all
each step of our relationship..that started, with lust, wanting and care
the last picture that is hung read more »krissi b'williams
Depression is like being alone for years.
Depression is like that hopefullness getting crushed.
Depression is were you get stood up.
Depression is a hole that you can't get out of. read more »Jennifer Ortiz
Many times people hit depression,
Depression then turns into aggression
That releases on others giving the wrong impression
That turns into a hard lesson. read more »Brandon Vasquez
305.My Mothers Cry
I write as if I know you,
But never quite sure who you are.
I feel the need to write you dear,
Yet the words are all too far. read more »Autumn Appleton
306.Castle of Thought
Cold stone bricks,
A Castle of thought,
Holding feelings of myself
A cold starving prisoner. read more »Heath Harrington
She sat tight in the corner with her head on her knees,
As she quietly begged, let me kill myself please.
With a knife tightly gripped in her left hand,
Life as she thought was not going as she planned. read more »sidney hall (The Mad Poet)
I see you sitting there
Without a care
I know what you are thinking... read more »Hannah Unknownnnnnn
As the rain makes contact with my face and slides down my cheek
It disguises my tears
And washes them away
So that no-one sees them emerge from my eyes read more »Dillon Keuthonymos Crawford
Depression makes me what I am, who I am.
Nothing can change that.
Depression is my weakness.
I am weak. read more »Brianna mowry, alex vincent
depression hurts the most when you lose one that was near.
it hurts even more when you live in nothing but fear.
you sit there running threw all the bad thoughts in your mind.
its hard to forget it all and leave it behind. read more »brandon kosiarski
312.Depression destroyed my life
Depression destroyed my life.
It told me I was no good.
It told me I was all bad.
It told me I was not loved. read more »Anastasia Mimi