Best Depressionhope Poems


Four Words, One Reason

I knew what it said before I even opened it
But when I unfolded the letter, it hit
Water washing over me, coming undone
Instantly forgetting everything we were to become
Those thoughts and you were in the past
My prayers unanswered on hoping this would last
I threw away the pain and the matches
Blowing the flame, before the fire would catch us
we were already burning before you even left
Forty three days and I still haven't slept
Thoughts of us just kept keeping me awake
Next time I would fall away before you could take
what isn't yours, now I'm here on your street
What am I going to prove, is this even for me
Or for the satisfaction of its self 
Or for you to go through pure hell
Like I did, if you read this I hope you know
I would have said something as I watched you go
My words were not vocal, better through poem
Whoever is reading this, I hope you never know him

Absent Smiles

When happiness doesn't live, flowing tide of anger
When happiness doesn't live, the world's in danger
When smiles disappear, people transform
When smiles disappear, living in the eye of the storm
When all hope is lost, walk amongst the mute
When all hope is lost, life does not compute
When eyes drain, the noose is in fashion
When eyes drain, death is a passion
When hearts hurt, pain is the name of the game
When hearts hurt, blood will rain from the vein
When frowns are drawn, everything moves so slow
When frowns are drawn, scars on our wrists will show
When souls bleed, minds corrode
When souls bleed, bullets make heads explode
When happiness doesn't live, swallowed pride
When happiness doesn't live, suicide

Pain

Constant screaming in my ears,
Nothing to dry these never 
ending tears,

The one person I'm forbidden 
to see,
I hate you all just set me free,

I miss him already,
The hope that is already fading,

I love you him with all my 
heart,
She took me away I hope she's 
happy for what she did,

It was all her fault,
I wish she would go away,

The days she spoke those 
words,
Is the day she signed my 
grave.


I'M Sorry

My burden caused you to worry
though I could not apologize before
but now I'm sorry
and I hope smiles can be fore

My thoughts, crashed by a lorry
my intentions were bad
but now I'm sorry
I hope you are not sad

My part of this story
could not be said
but now I'm sorry
and I wish to ask if my wrongs can be paid?
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Some Days I Just Feel Like Dying

Sometimes it seems
As if we have no life
And the world is nothing
But a figure in space
And god is nothing but a human
Dreams of immortality
Corrupt my mind
Causing it to fall and rot away
And sometimes I feel
As if there's nothing out there
Nothing to live for
Nothing to hope for
Nothing but a thin, fragile
Piece of a heart torn to pieces
By the fury of the tongues
And sometimes
There's nothing out there
Nothing to live for
Nothing to hope for
Nothing at all
And some days I just feel like dying

Written June 28, 2004

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Shattering like a window struck by stone.
Scattering shards of hope fall down.
Aimlessly wandering, no one place to call home.
Gone is the 'Welcome' once laid on the ground.
Where is She? The Saviour of Lost Souls.
Yearning to see the lady of luck, ten-fold.
Numerous wants of men, chivralous and plenty.
A heart, blood in blood out. Reverie?
Malecious is a rendition of Mona aseep.
Some say time can heal all wounds.
But that time, it never comes soon
Enough. For lifes mysteries are grand.
On an isolated beach, trodding the sand.
Though the Summer months stifle the air.
She lies by the wayside - half bare.
Penniless with no hope to buy happiness.
Is wealth mandated and worth the risk?
To counter somber and call it bliss.


Everyday

Everyday, all seven days.
I struggle to get up of this bed.
If it's not my back it's a damn headache.
It hurts so much and I can't take it.
I pray, for a change in my days.
I've paid, for all my mistakes.
I lay, here and I'm the loneliest.
Awake, I always try to change.

I see us growing apart,
I see and ending and it's not that far from the start.
You're the owner of my heart,
I hope you and I never apart.
Everyday I think of you,
you make the demons go away.
Everyday it's a battle,
I hope you help me everyday.

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