Poems About: DEPRESSION
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313.Nowhere left to fall
I have no where left to fall.
Except to the clutches of depression and suicide.
Oh my dear God how life can seem like a slide.
I can't fall anywhere soft. read more »Amy Louise Kerswell
314.DID YOU KNOW?
Do you know about me.
i live inside you braking you down,
keeping you from your family, making you feel like you are worthless
making you feel like life is not worth living. read more »darlene adams
What is pain?
An ill constructed metamorphosis
Of rationality gone sour?
Good for nothing other than read more »Mathew Lewis
Just a peeping tom
I watch myself glide through life
with A broken heart and tears on a pillow read more »The runner who hides
317.Questions for Self
Am I scared and depressed being?
No one can share and help my dream
Am I a matter or a good laughing stock?
Shall I run away and become a monk? read more »Pradyumna Kumar Nanda
Looking down at the floor
seeing the blood stains.
I see the razors lying around
I can't believe who i used to be. read more »Ben mcelfresh
319.It's Not Easy Being The Love Poet
'The Love Poet' that's what they call me
I admit it's flattering being the one and only
Other poets write love poems I will concede
But none with the emotion of mine, none indeed read more »Harry J. Couchon Jr
320.Do You Find
Do you find living just a battle
Have you struggled with inner strife?
And the only thing that keeps you going
Is the lust that you do feel for life. read more »Francis Duggan
The rip inside which causes large amounts of pain,
leaving the body engulfed in flames of depression.
As the overwhelming heat slow down the mind,
and leaves you open to nothing, but isolation. read more »Javier Falcon
This feeling stirs,
Inside my heart.
I can not recognize it,
For it masks itself and, read more »Victoria Wozniczka
Depression has taken over me..
Gobbled up my soul.. read more »Stacy Semi
324.Depression Is Never Clear but Suicide Is
Depresion is never obvious and clear.
But suicide is.
I told them all that I would do it one day.
Becuase my pain never seemed clear. read more »Amy Louise Kerswell