Sonnet Depression Poems

Hey girl!
Sleeping with a heavy heart still?
Unquestionably, I understant!
I understand the anxiety,
the pain, the depression
of things not going your way.
Unquestionably, I understand!
I understand the weight,
the...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.” 
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet

Love, where travels thou diminishing shade?
This...

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Depression hits in many different ways
Some struggle to get up most days
Happy people see the sun, feel it's rays
Look at us and think it's just...

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Here we go again, on the train
Good seeing my babies but 'oh Lord the pain'
It's all too real, the goodbyes
Reminds me of that awful day,...

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There is a thing inside
It claws and gasps for breath
Horrid thoughts reside
Of the sweet release of death
But it is death who in wrath
Leaves me feeling...

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Alas, sweet Muse! How I desire, and burn,
     to sing a joyous hymn no less, no worse,
    ...

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For manic, listless, bipolar, mad souls,
     the rate of solitude increases fast, 
     like the second derivative;...

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O Bipolar, harass me nevermore!
     Depart from me! For Easter Sunday's here,
     a comfort which transforms this...

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In depths of solitude, I stand forlorn,
With shadow as my sole and steadfast friend.
By society shunned, from kinship torn,
I ponder on life's edge, its bitter...

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Tight stretched skin, not unlike leather parchment
Adorned with scars and burns and such carvings
Among the colors, red ink's enrichment
Envelops a file cabinet's burnings

Advice from the...

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My wretched soul so twisted by self doubt,
malingered on false words and fragrant lie.
Through turbulence and ever-endless drought,
in hushed distress, my inner child did cry.
Yet...

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Hammering heart
Where to start
Foggy brain
Feeling insane
Stammering words
No vocal cords
Trembling hands
Wish i had friends
Clammy feet
Trying to find a seat
Blushing face
This is no race
Survival at most
Not here...

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If there'd be a crawlspace big enough for
a mouse to fit through, it will be no worth
for measured do one pleasure of a dearth
will be...

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Guilt is a fact, that sprung to Life by an immoral act

Guilt sits heavy on your chest, bitter, gives you no rest 

Guilt is a...

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time travels heavily in rousing screech
to strangle smiles from mind's untold
my waving grimace implored beseech
under shadowed cleft of chalky Wold
where lapping rays of yellowed gloss
and...

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