Depression Poems | Examples of Depression Poetry

If I did not see it Was it there at all? I thought I heard the flutter of wings Did I not hear the sound of a call? The song of a bird Nor an angel or worse? If I did not hear it Am I my own curse?...

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I spoke tonight to a dying star, A flicker frail in endless skies. It burned with all it ever was, A lantern trembling as it dies. I spoke to fire that once was flame, To ancient light now burning thin. I spoke to hours that bore no name, To distant worlds I’ll never win. I asked it how it kept its glow, I asked...

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To love someone who no longer loves you is the cruelest trick played by the world. I didn’t know you wanted me that way, I thought you only cared for my body, so I found another who seemed to want a connection. I should’ve told you then how I love you so, I wish I...

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A place that is supposed to make you feel safe. A sanctuary, I guess you could call it, And for most people, it is. But not for me. No, for me, it is a place where, I feel trapped. Not trapped as in I can’t leave, Trapped, as in a place I can leave, But for some reason, I can’t. It is where all...

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Bubbles hit the walls of the dome and pop. Hurting sounds. Flinching tree branches. Feeling bored in here. As if my car won’t start. No one believes that my car won’t start. Or that the dome is getting warped. I’m like a failed science fiction story. I wish I could turn into a stone and get...

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One, Two, Three, Four... Shadows crawl in hope of escape. Five, Six— Interrupting thoughts and fear demand attention. “Hello, I'm here.” The mind cowardly answers the call. Life unhinges — unlocking the greed of depression. The door opens, welcoming the darkness into the house with no lights. Allowing the destruction to flood centre stage. No spotlight needed. He's strong, surrounded by the blackness. He's seen. He's heard. He's felt— He's home. His...

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Exhaustion was a burden she would always have to carry A lingering shadow that gave her no peace Even haunting her in her sleep Her most notable feature Was her eye bags so heavy They begged to be heard Screamed to be released Hoping someone will save her from the abyss Of Exhaustion Tired from a life of always running Away...

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I wrote something a while ago I was mad that you were back But now I feel myself letting go It's all numb and the anger I lack I am giving in to you again Hold my writes out And let you tie them "Why can't you just figure this out" The thought sparks in my head And stabs through my heart The glass shatters...

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To the body I wish I could see Why oh why can't you be me I wish the work I do in the morning Would show instead of the cautious warning That nothing I do will stay And that layer of fat will remain anyway Clinging relentlessly to my belly and hips Oh how I wish you could see my ribs...

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when i was 8 i made myself wear the title “broken” i fully believed that i was a mistake, and that i didn’t deserve to live i’ve lost count of how many times i’ve tried to take my life when i was a kid but it was a lot at 13, i tried to commit 4 times the pills that i...

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This headache is killing me. Beating through my skull, this throbbing pain. It's so constant and that might be the worst part. Sitting alone in my bed slowly dying right in front of the ghosts. They find it to be so disrespectful, Me wasting my youth alone in the dark. They judge me with scornful and familiar faces. They almost, just almost,...

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**Cover-Ups** The Cardinals will sing, but let’s confront the truth behind it all. We deceive ourselves, but a higher power knows the reality of these situations: makeup and the cover-ups. The Cardinals' song may be beautiful, yet the raven never returned, while the dove came back, never forgetting what it had seen. It whistles a tune...

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I have a great God who can do great things! I choose great thoughts to see what it brings! I paint my life in great, my thoughts are my brush. A masterpiece takes time, so I will not rush. Everyday for me is great! that's what I choose to see. I expect God my Creator to make it reality! He says...

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What even is happy? I barely remember it anymore This legend of an emotion A whisper in the wind While others smile and laugh with their soul Mine has left me so I smile and laugh With the shell that is left....

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It brings to mind a question: why? Why does the river run? Does it need to? Why is it considered peaceful? And can it be obtained by other means? And then it fades and the river runs dry. The red one and the river of my eyes. I fill the river bank so no one will know. No one will learn of my...

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