Depression #Poetry


Depression is deadly
It hides behind a mask
A mask of joy and pity

Depression is defined by

It holds you tight
Locks you in
Melts the key into a
Suffocates you then
Abandones you and keeps
coming back to torture you

It stabs you
And leaves scars
That kill
It is parented by
Death and destruction

It controls you
Tells you to do things
Things you just have to
You can’t say no
No matter how much you want to

You try to call for
But no one will hear
Because it comes in the form
Of smiles and
I’m fines

It tears you down
And haunts your days
It sends hope through
Blades and Pills.
Makes you think that
You have tried
Even won

It destroys your
Tears down your walls
Breaks away the hope of joy

Becomes the Queen
And calls for your head
You can try to lie in bed
But will be bombarded by
Thoughts of being dead

But if it left
You wouldn’t know how to
Would you be the fake strong
woman or the weak
Dying girl

Depression is non existent
But suicide is for attention seekers
My pain is my shadow that no one can

Suicide was forbidden until I
Completely forgot my reason
To live
It happened quickly

Depression is never there
Even when its staring them in the
Even when you beg for
Someone to notice they
Never can

There is always a medical solution
Therapy, rehab,
“Tell me about yourself”

The only solution Suicide
Suicide I shall choose
When I can’t dream
Of that happy place
Given to my on a late night of

I will send myself there
So i don’t have to wake up
I can finally be free

But for now
I can still see that place
While it may be far
It’s still barely there

166 thoughts on “Depression #Poetry

  1. God healed me from my state of depression about 5 years ago! Only Jesus Christ can remove that spirit of depression! In Jesus Name🙏 oh, you have one grammatical error in stanza 3, its suppose to be abandons. 😊👐

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  2. I was there for several months in 2013 and maybe early part of 2014. I felt alone, but never had I ever thought of suicide. There were people I still cared about and who still cared about me. I did not let depression defeat me (please don’t think I am judging you as I am only sharing my experience).

    Yes, depression is real, but it doesn’t have to rule our lives. I hope and pray that you get over the depression, too. It will probably come back once in a while as it usually does, but let’s not give it power over us.

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  3. This is a great description of depression. It is what it is: eats you from inside, showing you how miserable you are and how terrible your life is. This pain is like something physical, and at some point you just want to die. Not because you want to die, no, but because you want this pain to stop!

    You try to call for
    But no one will hear
    Because it comes in the form
    Of smiles and
    I’m fines

    People who are fine just don’t get it. They think you are overreacting and depression isn’t even a thing. But whatever it is, it is real.
    Thank you for this poem. Thank you for understanding.

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    1. The poem and this comment is so true. The fact is, No one will understand your pain, only the one going through feel it. To be left alone is another curse when in depression, but no one will grieve for long, all just move on…suggesting you to do the same.


  4. Our society live in a bubble of psycho emotional numbing down of difficult feelings and emotions. Depression offers us an opportunity to finally heal. It is truly possible to create a safe space for all the hurt and pain that you are tired of burying, to hide nothing from yourself, and to accept all you are. To gradually make peace with all that you are, inside and out.

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  5. I love this poem i feel the words and this is how i feel for at least 2 years now but im seeing someone for help and i am one of those teens who started cutting 14 cuts at 2 am in the morning on Tuesday i couldn’t sleep had so much on my mind lost my friend, my ex cheated on me month later i cheated him so i left him,getting bullied at church everywhere i go i feel like im being stared at and few days ago i had dream of me in the middle of the ocean on a fishing dock with a crowd of people laughing as i fall backwards the deeper i go the voices starts fading and my sight starts getting burly its getting harder to breath i wear makeup to make myself feel pretty but yet i still don’t i call my self fat and ugly so the other kids will be happy that im suffering

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  6. Good read!- I’m a fellow ” black-dog-follower”- and have learned to adapt- to a certain degree- to the paths the ol’ pooch leads me.
    I don’t think I would like to loose it though, because when the greyness subsides, the world can come back at you in brilliant colours, and that is something I truly cherish.

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  7. The story of a person with depression described accurately and beautifully in rhyme.
    I can connect with these words on so many levels.
    I have a few poems about depression too.
    You are welcome to read:
    There is a poem I wrote “I see the light” where I have challenged the concept of life and death.

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