Depression Poems

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The imagined intimated response
linkedin to a swindler's
imagined thought bubble
silently spouting you ain't nothing
but a pluperfect sucker...
rendered penniless suffered
courtesy a financial blow
now left forced to eat crow
forfeiting every last red cent,
plus if applicable escrow
being analogous to an indentured servant
denied luxury and security of nest egg,
hence peace of mind to forego
pipe dreams given the heave-ho
resigned to

how did it get this far?

i'm at my wit's end
barely clinging to the last remaining illusion
~ hope being the rising sun



Wordku: 15-7-5 words

Scent of Citrus

Water rushing, steam rising, accompanied by the scent of citrus. 
Breathing in the scent of citrus suds to ground myself. 
Trying to keep myself sane. 
Water racing down my face, washing away the stress and pain of the day. 
No longer drowning the day out with water, back to reality.

4:09:05

4:09:05
A familiar time which plays on repeat in my mind
Get the opposite of high, but I don’t know why
Cutting pounds but not just my weight
I’m not trying to over-exaggerate
But I think it’s time to say goodbye.

Being alone isn’t the same as feeling it
I just wanna stop, I just wanna quit

They say all it takes is

the absence of above

i seem to view the world in black and white despite my rainbow soul

my skin seems to seep the moisture of ones misfortune goal

i sharpened my broken fingers regardless of my rusty bones

in hope to fight all misfortunes and hell’s unwelcomed call

instead, i cut myself to pieces until there’s nothing left

then my rainbow soul escapes

G Sharp 7

Left slack at the edge of the violin,
an afterthought of gut and wire,
waiting for the bow that never descends.

Every note passes overhead
like birds stitching the sky.
The hollow body drinks their chorus,
yet no song grows inside this wood.

Ears open in the varnish,
dark mouths swallowing everything unfinished—
a concerto of failures,
a catalogue of unsung hours.

Different, always different,
not melody

The Last Indulgence, Or Maybe The First?

I butter the toast as if it were a pardon,
its crust breaking under my knife
like a sealed envelope.

The coffee is bitter ink,
a confession cooling in its cup.
I swallow it fast,
as if speed could trick the executioner.

When I buy myself flowers
I imagine them lining a witness box:
petals trembling,
each one swearing I once existed.

I take long baths,
the

The Masses

We lead lives of unfulfillment.
All for nothing, our time is spent.
We just live, from day to day,
To support the government.

We are born, and then we die,
No one ever stays.
Our lives are full of emptiness
In, oh, so many ways.

We behave in regular patterns,
Everyone acts the same.
We exist in a world-wide crowd
Where no one has a name.

We

The shadow whisper

It’s whispers.
Can you hear them?
I don’t want to,
but they force me to.

Sitting in an empty room,
with no one—
just a cigarette in my hand.

Every time it touches my lips,
it kills me
and makes me want to avoid it—

I know that cigarette is not good for me,
but I like doing something
I know is going to kill me.

But he

Why did we stop talking?

How… how did it get like this?
Why… did we stop talking?
After a time… I stopped trying.
You… you… you were very tired to try.
No one did.

And… a friendship… that… no one acknowledged, but we acknowledged—
now doesn’t exist.
Exists… but…
I’m not the same person you talk to.

It was not love.
It was attachment to a person.
That laugh… that conversation…

i yearn for my end

sometimes i fantasize about
driving on the highway
going eighty 
and swerving into oncoming traffic
will that make the hurting stop?
walking somewhere 
alone in the dark
and getting cornered by a murderer
will that make the hurting stop?
being home alone 
door bursts open
an intruder with a gun pointed right at me
aimed right at my head
will that make the hurting stop?
the

is this even poetry anymore

i tried to end it all last night
i failed, obviously
it's so crazy to me how life goes on
when it almost didn't
i talked to my friends today
laughed with them
smiled as if everything was normal
but i doubt they could tell anything was off
i even hung out with a friend
and i love to hang out with her but
i

the missing piece

how do people carry on after loss?
it doesn't matter what type of loss
a person, a relationship, a friendship
a sport, a job, an animal
it's never been any easier
i've felt more types of loss than some can imagine
and yet they all hurt equally
in their own ways
maybe my brain is the problem
it can't tell the difference 
between a

No one tells you

No one tells you how to smile when your throat closes with every breath behind that smile.

No one tells you how to move forward when the chain around your neck drags you back.

No one tells you how to be positive when your own mind digs into you with horns and a tail.

No one tells you

you were almost my savior

i'm at the bottom of the ocean
forty feet down
stones tied to my feet
trapped
i'm drowning
air in my lungs
can't breathe
suffocating
vision going black
i feel you
your hands grab me
pulling my up
saving me
thirty feet down
there's hope
a sliver of it
i'm almost gone but
maybe we'll make it in time
twenty feet down
you're still holding on tightly
i trust you now
you'll bring me to the

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