Hope Depression Poems

Once upon a time
in a faraway land
There was an old man, who had forgotten how to speak
His eyes would stare into the sky, void of...

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My Habit 

You say I eat a lot—
But a lot eats me.
I got stress I can’t tame,
Hate that drives me insane.
So many therapists I can't...

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Once there was a man who stumbled into a ditch,
He fell hard and let out a painful pitch.
You see, this hole was terribly deep,
He couldn’t...

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The girl weeps a bruised and bitter rain,
A childhood choked, a garden grown in pain.
My laughter, brittle glass, it cracks and breaks,
Beneath the weight of...

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I’ve knocked on every door of medicine men—
doors painted with hope.
Swallowed pills of every size and colour.
Been told,
“This one never fails.”
Another promise—
fulfilled only in disappointment.

The...

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no i wouldn't die for you.
i wouldn't,
and i'm not sorry.
i spent too long hiding in the shadows,
waiting 
lurking
wanting
and hoping
that they'd see that I would have.
in...

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Depression is a thief that can rob you of all reason 
never staying the same like the changing of a season 
Depression is a liar...

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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...

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Written December 19, 2024


Constantly find myself looking for a thrill
Another day another week another year but still
I might as well be right back where it...

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The black depths
of a coffee beckon the mind 
into a bottomless gaze - you stir 
and feel yourself swirl
in a dizzying haze and hope 
you...

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A paper man
Under paper clouds
The sky is falling
and he doesn’t know why

His edges are folded
He feels he’s undone
There isn’t any warmth
from a paper sun

Cellophane grass
Cardboard...

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Empty work resists an empty home
Too much to bear without clinking bottles 
Swaying in a plastic bag like seasick genies
Empty life finding harbor in emptiness
Even...

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I still wake to crisp morning air,
but hope dissolves right then and there.
As I open my eyes, I realize and sigh—
another day begins, and I...

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Your name leaves a bruise on my lips,
like a ghost that lingers, life to strip,
with eyes that threaten as they smile
and a voice that cuts,...

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I do not know if I fear you, thank you, 
or hate you for hanging round. 
I fear I'd been somebody else
who stands on solid...

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