Best Depressed. Poems
School
They say they are here to help,
Yet have never actually helped.
They say they are there,
They are nowhere.
I don't see why they hate me,
Maybe they just can’t see.
All this rage,
I want to change.
I hate who I have become,
Yet I'm still so young.
I try to do good,
They never really understood.
I try,
But all I do is cry.
I hate this place,
They act like it’s a race.
I'm supposed to be learning,
Yet all I do is concerning.
Always in trouble,
It’s become a struggle.
Nobody ever wants to hear what I have to say,
One day when I’m doing better than they always did maybe they will regret what they didn't say.
Categories:
depressed., anger, dark, depression, high
Form:
over eighty but still smiley and spry
he met each new day with joy in his eyes
he loved to golf and he loved to bowl
both were his fun and fulfilling goals
one day playing golf with his skilled swing
he scored below par - his favorite thing
he rushed home - happy he had done so well
grabbed his wall phone - there were friends to tell
beginning to dial - he soon lost his smile
as feelings bombed - he just stood awhile
leaning on a wall - he thought of his friends ....
sadly - no one to call - every good life ends
phased and depressed that on that day
truth had hurt his old heart that way
he gasped sad sighs - sank into a chair
and prayed to turn numb then and there
Categories:
depressed., age, anxiety, bereavement, change,
Form:
Couplet
I run my hand across my wrist,
The rough scars feel normal under my fingers,
But to anyone else, they would be foreign.
I was a fighter, I had to be,
But everything has its consequences.
Running the blade across my own wrist was mine,
It was the only way for me to feel something.
Since I was small I was forced to be strong,
But a child should not need to be strong.
I wasn’t even 14 and I had to fend for myself,
I had to pick up my broken pieces.
The scars on my body tell that story,
They are reminders of my pain.
I run my hand across my wrist,
The rough scars remind me that I will survive,
I did before, and I will now.
Categories:
depressed., anxiety, death, self, suicide,
Form:
Free verse
Dear Depressed, you’re the cuckoo who flew
From the cuckoo’s nest. Go get a clue!
You are too hot to trot
For a guy who has got
Not a semblance of interest in you.
He won’t call you back? Here’s the buzz:
He does NOT pick his phone up because
well, for one thing, you see,
you act more desperately
than a crack head who wants a fix does!
And that woman who answers his phone,
and she tells you to leave them alone -
It’s his sister, you say??
You are queen for the day.
Go sit on the idiot throne!
You’ve got kids from different guys.
Better think before spreading your thighs.
You feel nauseous and sick?
Well, I think that some dick
has got you again with his lies.
I would offer advice, but I can’t,
for all I can do now is rant!
Just be thankful you’ll get
A more sizeable check
from the welfare. . . . Love, Agony Aunt.
A response poem to the letter written to
Agony Aunt (see the contest pages)
Categories:
depressed., funny,
Form:
Limerick
Dear ‘Depressed’: So you’re in a mess.
You’re not sure what to do.
I think I have your answer, because
Your boyfriend contacted me too.
Now, you may not be happy
With what he had to say.
When I asked him if he loves you,
He made a face and said, “No way!”
Then I said, “She thinks that you love her.
Do you?...or was it just a Summer fling?
“No! Yes!,” he said. I’ve tried to make it clear
It’s over and she doesn’t mean a thing.
I was feeling trapped by my fiance,
So I had a fling. Yes, I cheated… I guess;
But my conscience was killing me,
So I went to her and confessed.
She’s forgiven me. We’re soon to be wed.
She’s who’s been answering the phones.
So, you can help. Just talk to that crazy girl.
Please ask her to leave us alone.”
Well, Depressed. I guess that’s it.
You’d better look for a new ‘steady’.
On second thought, maybe not;
I think you’ve had TWO many already.
Submitted to the 'Aunt Agony' contest
Categories:
depressed., angst, betrayal, boyfriend, break
Form:
Rhyme
It began by taking my heart
attacking my immunity
warming me up as hot as fever
leaving it broken in disunity.
It traveled on, to my mind
destroying on its course through me
my veins lay broken and sad, alone
but my pain was masked by "hopefully".
I carried on for a thousand years
wishing and waiting for recovery
but the infection consumed my pride
taking control, no equality.
It only saw me as its host
a satisfaction for its greed
the virus grew stronger, and with it, me weaker
I was isolated and quarantined.
It infiltrated my thoughts with self-demeaning
this awful, parasitic disease
it left my skin breaking, left me with death
until I had nothing more to bleed.
Categories:
depressed., 10th grade, abuse, addiction,
Form:
Rhyme
Though your heart be breaking and you don't know what to do.
I think it's time to quit mistaking and maybe get a clue.
The writing is clearly reflected in the mirror.
Away from this cad, you outta steer clear.
You see my dear misguided soul, it's plain for all to see.
He hasn't any need for you, so you should let it be.
You have two sweet and beautiful kids who need you to be sane.
So try to find somebody else, and start to use your brain.
Your Agony Aunt who never say's can't.
But surely will advise you, that you shant.
Categories:
depressed., black african american, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
If it’s that easy to lose you… then go
People always leave, trust no one even yourself
I love myself for losing you
You can’t deny the fatal truth.. I don’t love you
I’ll never regret the decision to lose you
My soul won’t rest until I forget you
The longer I live the lesser my heart beats for you
You’ve decided to leave me, I’ve decided to hate you
People pretend to love you, turn your back
They wish you to disappear
In my life I trust no one, cause this life is based on lying
I never thought that I would cry when you leave
My heart was strong when you were around
But since you left it weakens by the moment
You made my world rain with sadness
What’s the meaning of friendship if eventually they’ll leave?
I live in a world full of sadness, so why should I be happy??
I’d wish to die than seeing you leaving
I’d wish to die than living like this
I wish to be hopeless, cause I suffer when I hope that you’ll come back
I’d wish to be blind than seeing you leaving
I’d wish to be deaf than hearing you cry
I wish I had no tongue to taste the bitterness of loneliness
My middle name is misery
My first name is hopeless
My last name is treachery
I thought it was a dream come true meeting you
But no it’s not a dream, it’s my personal hell
My blood is cold, my heart is stone
My veins are crumpled, my soul is crushed
My life is gone with you
I can’t eat, I can’t drink
I can’t see, I can’t hear
I can’t talk, I can’t walk
I can’t live my miserable life
I see another girl, I feel nothing for her
Where are my feelings? They’re gone with you
I’m just like a rolling stone
You were my twilight, now darkness followed your absence
And everything is dark
I'm lost, I can’t find my way
I'm lost in this place, and this place is my life
Just save me from my misery
Just let me fade away
My breath is taken
And my heart stopped beating
My heart is cut in splits
No wonder why its so cold
Cause your still here
I'm running out of choices
I'm running out of clues
There’s nothing I can do to make this go away
You are like a scar in my heart, that’s tearing me apart
Categories:
depressed., loss, lost love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
My soul is dark
Blackened by my misery-self pity
I feel depressed
What does that mean?
At 30 years of age, I have learnt so much
Yet,accomplished nothing
My life is stationery, maybe regressing
But no forward movement
Progress?
Achievement?
Goals?
Words I so carelessly abuse
But never apply
I, my own worst instrument of destruction
I am fearful of what I can become
Turmoiled by what I know but so often lack
I, so ambitious, contribute so little
To my life, my dreams, my existence
I, who give so much and expect even more
From those who give even less
I am surrounded by negative souls
Bodies that hold me back from reality
Boredom rules and empty promises govern
I am What? Who?
Where am I going?
What is my plan?
I am alone, so alone
Lost....
Again, I feel depressed.
Categories:
depressed., deep, depression, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Narrative
He ran around town
Trying to impress others
Lonely, depressed man
Categories:
depressed., depression, introspection, life, people,
Form:
Haiku
My mind is boggled down
My chest feels wrapped too tight,
Just wanna curl up in a ball
Sure as hell don't wanna fight.
I wanna lean back in my chair
Close my eyes and float away
Cause the sh* that's piling up.
Is just too much for today.
My eyes are feeling heavy
My heart is beating low--
Insides bunched up in a knot
Don't know where the heck to go.
They tell me not to think about it,
So I try to let it slide.
I sit here in my quiet grief
And I'm all tore up inside.
"These feelings won't last forever"
I've heard that a time or ten.
I'm not worried 'bout forever,
I just need this crap to end.
So I sit here in my easy chair;
The words are flowing out.
They have a healing power--
Of this I have no doubt.
My mind is boggled down
Today I cannot fight;
So I'll sit back in my chair,
And try my best to write.
D H Loewen
Dec 11/17
Categories:
depressed., depression, sad,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
When I am depressed
I float in self-pity
I roam in fantasy
I bask in solitude
When I am depressed
Thought of God bores me
Thought of family irritates me
Thought of life bores me
When I am depressed
Doctors question than test
Doctors suggest than prescribe
Doctors philosophize than treat
When I am depressed
Self-confidence eludes me
Self-worth evades me
Self-criticism controls me
When I am depressed
I loathe your presence
I detest your concern
I NEED YOUR LOVE
Categories:
depressed., depression
Form:
Verse
I’ve become an adult and I now have things to do.
I work 8 hours a day
Shower my teeth, brush my body
Walk my car and drive my dog when needed
I’m a busy man.
I’ve got it all under control.
I files my taxes and documents in the same cabinet
Feed my pet weekly
Visit my dentist monthly, my doctor yearly and my psychiatrist weekly
I take my medication when needed and not as prescribed.
I’m healthy.
I’m active.
This includes frequent walks to the fridge for both snacks and beverages.
Only sugar free I say but the rest of the food pyramid is free game
My daily step count and heart rate per minute are eerily similar
My breathing audible because I put effort into every breath unknowingly.
I’m okay.
I’m okay.
I am okay.
I tell myself this everyday.
I tell myself this everyday.
But secretly, I ask myself
Will I ever really be okay?
I’ve become an adult.
Categories:
depressed., anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Pendulous eyes, weary and bleak
Immoveable shadows, the unseen torrents
Coyly divulge the once impetuous spirit
On his shoulders, he carries a colossal weight
For his is a cleft vessel, rudderless and floundering
The rise and fall of each swell, brings neither hope or despair
He contemplates the gilded life, an absurd apparition
And slithers back to obscurity where the worm and dreams cohabitate
Categories:
depressed., conflict, confusion, depression, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
My mind seems to be going
"in every direction."
I often wander if I'm going
through a depression.
The people I once loved...
I love no more.
Life seems to be so "dry."
Rather "a bore."
My life seems to be
"turned upside down"
There's no one to help.
Nobody around.
Will you... God... listen
to my call?
And accept me...
Faults and all?
I know that you're listening
to my desparate plea.
To love someone
as lowly as me.
Thank you Lord for
helping me along.
In your arms of mercy...
Is where I belong!
By Jim Pemberton
2007
Categories:
depressed., confusion, daughter, dedication, depression,
Form:
Rhyme