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Poems about depression
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There's an open door in the dark, / but this barrier makes it hard to move any closer, / and time seems to be trickling away, / I can feel each second pass, / and my thoughts have taken to disrupting themselves. / / There is a warmth on the
by RoisinDubh
121 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 6 10:03 AM. In Sad, Dark, Spiritual, Angst, Thoughts, Anger, Perception, Depression, Anguish
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a poem about loosing yourself....
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a poem about second chances and learning from what life hands you
by gingerhall1976
629 words, 21 comments,
on Nov 1 8:57 PM. In Personal, Sad, Life, Pain, Death, Depression, Sadness, Loss, Anguish, Family
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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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I could never accept your love
anymore than, you would risk taking mine
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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 / And chocolate chips / / A fun project, indeed / Not to mention tasty / / I’m watching as you
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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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/ >The pictures is his mind / >
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Do you see her, alone in a corner / Of a cliché public school? / Do you see her poorly hidden wounds / Feeling like a fool? / With three mo
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Staring at a mirror, / Evil little things, / A girl’s heart breaks. / Perfection all around her, / Yet so painfully unattainable. / Can’t she see she’s beautiful? / Can’t she see she’s loved? / But, blinded by reflections, / She escapes fr
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Sitting here by myself / Drinking lots of voddy / Torchering my fragile mind / By obsessing about my body / / As I sit and converse with
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My heart is pounding fastly / Beating a hole rite through my chest / These feelings are so nasty / I can’t escape for any rest / / Everyth
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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. 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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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. 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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