Best Depressionsmile Poems
DEPRESSION
Every day is a struggle and I don't care
Perhaps I am not alone but always feel that way
Relapse happens all to easy and so easy to give in
Even my friends pretend to understand and I smile a knowing smile
So maybe they are not worth keeping, then I would be alone
Sometimes this is how I feel not a good state of mind
In my own space I would always like to be
Only recently I think with a clear head
Never knowing if I am going to have a good or bad day
How hard it is to smile and
pretend
everything is just right.
Do they see through me?
Do they know my secret?
Smile, laugh, act
accordingly.
Everyone knows what i am
they sneer behind my back
but smile to my face.
I can’t move in regret,
disgust, vulgarity.
Why do I have to be with
people?
to earn a living?
I don’t want live.
My mind races with bad
thoughts of myself,
repeating to me I am bad,
not right, sick.
I believe this and know it
to be true.
Why did God want us to be
subjected to all this cruelty
when heaven is just a
sleep away?
Is it all just a test to which
I am failing?
Back to smiling.
I'm just your girl next door and in a crowed I don’t stand out, I blend in with everyone else
I am the one who's head is hung in insecurity’s, my bangs worn in my eyes
When you see a wrinkled up piece of paper with ink splatter poetry floating across the street
with the wind
...that’s what’s most likely to make you think of me
And your bitter sweet lips whisper my name
I have not much to offer but a soil tear trail that my mascara traced as my unhappy soul wept
My arms are proof of battle grounds, a cut for each bad memory
A tear spent to another smile lost, A cut gained to another piece of my heart sacrificed
My eyes wear you well
Your jaded and reaching out
Your just like me,
You wont admit it
But I can tell
The cuts were never deep enough to remove the pain
I tried so hard
But the release to me
It just never came
What’s working it out
When you smile with an empty soul
But your security is holding something sharp next to you to hug your skin
The depression is like a disease you cant do anything about
Its your sad selfish cutters way of crying out
Your attempt to bleed out what’s all kept in
Your weakness's
Your poisen
Untitled Poem. She sits on her bedroom floor
Dumbfounded by the amount of tears she gave off
Hands Tight around her knees
Rockin' back and forth
Repeating I Cant Catch A Break
Driven By Deep sorrow,broken by Emotional pain
That Knife in the kitchen that caught her eye earlier
Looked Almost Beautiful To Her Now
Down the steps she's wondering what next
Torn Between Dreadful Thoughts
It Came To Past
The knife in her Hand
She Lifts It Up To See Her Face in it.
Tempted She was to take these Mangled Breaths Away
But She put the knife down-Rubbed it between her palms And Threw herself across the
ground Right in the Kitchen
Hands tight around her Knees
Rockin' Back and Forth,Repeating I Cant Catch A Break
She Cant get a grasp on Why hurt is followed by Her Name
Waiting for Happiness but happiness has no calim.
At Least On Her,She's Her Own Reason To Blame
Chasing And running after things that been dropped out the Race
Getting played by the game,when she should be Playing it. Punched,Kicked,Beaten in the
heart,unable to catch a break
Might be asking yourself what break is she talking about.
The Break to wake up and smile at the world,and stop havin the world smile at Her.The
Chance For People to Be jealous of her Happiness.
Little, little, girl
you're sitting in the dark
a smile on your face
with wrists marred, your new trademark?
Little, little, girl
you're looking in the mirror
and tears are in your eyes;
glad no one can see her.
Little, little, girl
in your hand you hold your heart
held together in stitches
by love sour and tart.
Little, little, girl
you're sitting in the night
a smile on your face
knowing nothing is all right.