Poems About: DEPRESSION
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61.A POET FULL OF COURAGE
There will come a day that I will be free of the drepression
And the depression won't make me his prisoner anymore because I will get the 2x4 and I will fight it hard to gain control over my depression
Depression changes who I am completely from mild, relaxed, to anxiou, and manic
The depression is not going to control me because I won't let it control me read more »Aldo Kraas
Depression is the color of the blood in
It sounds like someone is dying
And it tastes like salty, wet tears read more »Macy Newkirk
63.What is Depression?
I see around me
'Depression is this'
'Depression is that'
Depression is hell read more »Nicole Brewer
Depression is a horrible feeling.
When I am depressed there are times I just want to get a knife and cut.
To see my blood flow from my arm on to the ground.
Just to get rid of the pain. read more »Mysterygrl123 Angel
Depression is being tired, yet you can never fall asleep.
It is forever wanting more, and ignoring what you keep.
Depression is the rock you trip on, when you could move around.
It is a way of crying out, but never making a sound. read more »John Demon Jones
Depression is a dark place, a place you don’t want to be
Some days are better than others, but those are few and far between
Depression can make things look different read more »Debra Bunt
67.An Epidemic Of Melancholy Proportions
an epidemic of melancholy proportions
is sweeping through many societies countries
despair dejection sadness misery hopelessness
are recession downturn decline consequences read more »Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
68.Liquid Depression (3)
I'm no exception
I'm owned by the liquid depression
Most people don't know read more »Frankie Stamey
69.This feeling of depression
This feeling of derpression
i tell you it's just this
a feeling is that which never was
a thought one day you'll miss read more »sean steward
70.My fight for my life!
My Eyes Are Heavy,
Full Of Sleep,
My Tears Twinkle,
When I Weep, read more »Anna Reeves
71.Depression Knocks At My Door
Here it is again my old and faithful friend,
knocks at my door.
Here I am, its me again. read more »Amy Louise Kerswell
A smile fads over ages,
they all get locked up in cages,
the severity ranges,
I want my smile back, read more »Aidan Nielsen