Best Depressionsound Poems
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs,
Yet no sound is dispatched
These guilty grazers are all culprits,
As my voice has been snatched,
It’s as if my neck has been tightly draped
By a never-ending string
Suffocation is the last thing on my mind
But rather, the inaudibility it will bring.
With no force or wind for lift-off,
It’s as if I was handed a swing,
Or it’s as if I was born a bird,
But someone mindlessly cut down my wings.
Now I’m left here thinking, why didn’t they take a limb instead?
At least then, I would have my only tool of communication, my tone imbedded.
The sound of laughter is not the same,
When you envy the very source.
It’s only cause you can’t provide the same amusement,
As much as you TRY to enforce.
Expressing yourself is the farthest aim,
When it’s a struggle to say your own name,
It’s then when you enter a mind state full of shame,
That your conscience is set on flames,
You start to reminisce about what you predicted to be, and what you became
You crave and ache for people’s acclaims
But you can never be an impudent lioness, unable to tame,
As much as it grinds your stomach in agony, you never declaim.
Just stare at the outside from your window frame,
Wishing you could mesh into their world, and just be the same.
You just want serenity, assured you’ll get a chance
That you’ll gain acceptance, holding this outsider stance.
But not everyone welcomes with open arms
Some remain wicked inside, and deceive others with their charm
But then there are those, who welcome with open arms and more
Those are the ones, who’s hearts are decorated with love; like a luxurious decor
The same dear ones that make you almost forget about your pain
Like a ferocious feline, your sanity is distorted; unable to train.
Day by day, you wonder how to maintain
This life your living, this epic game.
However, in this game, there are no winners
Just very few noblemen and many sinners
But in the end, it doesn’t matter what position you claim,
But rather how strategically you play this game.
I can't stand the way I feel,
I just want to break away;
My head drowns in pools of sorrow,
throughout the hours of the day.
I think about the mistakes I've made,
and how they can't be fixed;
I think about the pain I've caused,
and how it makes me sick.
When I look into the mirror,
I don't recognize the reflection;
All I see is the lies, the hurt,
and the deception.
I see my face,
but my color seems to be withdrawn;
I see my body,
but my soul seems too far gone.
The only piece of sanity,
remains deep within my eyes;
And as I peek around each sparkle,
I have to question why.
So many questions,
with no one to ask for the answers;
Nothing to cling onto,
no pills to consider enhancers.
I'm alone as I wonder,
through the labyrinths of my mind;
Creeping through my memories,
looking for something I can't find.
I see flickers of happiness,
and sprinkles of contentment;
I see the girl I use to be,
not holding this resentment.
Then I fast forward
to the memories I regret;
Those seem to be the ones
that are impossible to forget.
My heart falls
from my chest to the ground;
As the tar soaks up the pieces,
my ears are crushed from the sound.
The sound of 12 years
being rejected then denied;
The sound of combustion
taking it's place deep inside.
I begin to remember not having to hide from
or causing any pain;
Not having these behaviors,
from which I have to refrain.
I try reaching deep down,
struggling to catch onto the past;
I grasp onto the horrors,
but the good times fade fast.
I think I'm finally ready
to leave this wretched state behind;
I sit here closing my eyes,
just wishing to rewind.
I'll walk along the scars
of my memories everyday;
Getting stuck within my wishes,
just hoping to break away.