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Poems about Depression
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I am an actress. / I can hide my feelings / My thoughts, / My emotions. / I can paste a fake smile / On my face. / I can act happy / And ca
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You told me to decorate this cookie / Based upon how I feel / With Reese’s peanut butter cups / And candy corn, and frosting, and sprinkles
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She lies there like a broken doll / She took her life to stop the pain / The pain far to much for her to bare / Life is gone but the body's still here / / Her parents sit there, faces grim / They had no idea she hurt so bad / They had no id
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You don’t know me. / It’s been too long since I’ve been around. / I am here. But you cant see me. Cant hear me. / I am trapped here in the dark. / I see everything / The sun, the beauty, the laughter and the joy / And it destroys me. / Som
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Sometimes I sit alone and cry, / then I sit and wonder why. / Sometimes I simply wish I'd die, / trust me my friend I would not lie. / Sometimes I wonder, wonder why, / why you sit here by my side. / But then it strikes me once again; / it i
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This is our grey and dismal land; / So full and yet so bland / Filled with naked trees, newly bare, / Lining dampened pavements. / And clammy roads bear / Dreary cars carrying commuters, / Hang-dogged in the glare / Of early morning streetla
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Betrayed. / I walk along a shore / Of tide moving in and out / Like what I keep setting free / Each time it comes back to me / / Boredom, loneliness, exhaustion / From no known cause or source / Sneaks up on me now and then / To ruin al
by oxymoron270
166 words, 3 comments,
on Aug 10 8:47 PM 2008. In Free verse, Personal, Sad, Life, Rant, Thoughts, Depression, Sadness, Anguish
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Sometimes I wish I was dead.
No more worries to trouble my head.
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Always breaking / She explodes / Middle of the night / And only loud cry / Can open their ears / Ask her why she fights / She sad as search
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Dear mother save me, I am lonely. / But its only the first day. / Thinking someday, Ill be something. / But the fog seems so empty. / / I've been taken, falsely mistaken, / For a fool playing the joker. / Suite me if you will, treat me how
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This beach is red / with sand from stones as old as Earth. / Our grey sea, long ago, / reduced the granite peaks to dunes / and today, /
by riveralex
260 words, 29 comments,
on Feb 12 12:50 PM 2008. In Nature, Angst, Spiritual, Survive, Pain, Life, Depression, Sadness, Inspirati
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My children now it's time for bed, / the sky shows shades of orange and red. / You must be out of your mind to get into your head, / when s
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