Depressive Poems - Poems about Depressive

How would anyone deal with depressive loneliness when even the dreariest thoughts allow great fear? Hiding in that lonely world seems right for some, having nothing is giving up everything even love; choose joy or pain, dance alone or drink a beer: see others indulge in happiness, refill your glass! How useless is believing in miracles, they only happen to...

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In my dream, I saw an angel, Whose smile lit up the room. As the figure walked toward me, I noticed a dagger embedded in its chest, slowly bleeding. The angel began to cry in pain, And the suffering grew worse. Blood flooded the scene, As the angel's cries turned into desperate screams. The pain was so...

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The deepest dark Like an unaware monster it sits within It hungers for you and all Unsure of its’ meaning Yet it already feels diminishing If you let it crawl around inside You will will only find its’ call Metastasizing inside your mind and soul Its’ stench is foul That of a musk you cannot describe Driving you to become the creature it intends Become what...

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The next time you cry, Acknowledge the warmth of those salty tears upon your cheeks. That is what it is to be alive. To have, To had. The moment. I assure you in those lonely moments, You will feel how strong you are, How resilient. You can survive this life, If only, You Acknowledge...

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Manic depressive 3 cups of coffee to keep me awake, astray the train of my thoughts.... Far away, have it your way. Blue the state of my emotions, like a blue baby please medicate me into a state of meditation. 2 packs of Marlboro to ease the pain, refrain from shame and maybe yes today l feel less...

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Things changes… Those lights fade down, With suicidal thoughts. Unknown voices heared, Pains being beared. People may look strong, But, what about those weak, Weeping child of past. I don't think that Dark circles and wrinkles, Are the markers of depression. Some times a beautiful mask, Hides everything behind. But hope never changes, Everything will be fine soon....

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Me gambling that once held me up now I’m afraid to utter, has left me really in the dumps and struggling in the gutter. No more flamin’ pokies will I play; no horses shall I back, I’m prepared to take what’s red and have it wrote in black. I fought this flamin’ gambling bug for nigh on close...

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Dancing prancing cry cry cry Whirling twirling die die die Up on the roof top Laughing with maniacal glee Saddest moment ever Keeping this to myself, as you can see Shopping, buying everything in sight Wishing someone would unplug me Or turn out the light Life of the party, collecting strangers all around Falling fast, and hard, maybe to never again Fully be found. Dancing prancing Cry cry cry Bi-polar fun. Why?...

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Please tell me why do I feel like this? my life is so good, safe, to most it’s bliss then why do I sit all day, just weep and cry thinking that things will be better if I die, there must be some reason why I feel so blue someone to repair my sorrow with happy glue I see...

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I am manic Is that dreadful? Or is it amazingly creative and freeing? I am manic I am me Depressed. You bet, Of ourselves I am. But this side few will ever see. I will spend my last here-I-Am-days Building you up Making you laugh Helping you feel okay, Then like Patch Adams and My wonderful mother-in-law Helen I will go to the hither and yon. I will go...

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Trump Paranoid and Manic Depressive By Trump everyone has been annoyed; Highly paranoid and we want to avoid; Disaster like Titanic; Depressive and manic; Absence from White House will be enjoyed. Jim Horn...

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Depressive Which Was Manic My kind of depression had been manic; Already considered doing another antic; Screeching halt, And my fault; Broke big button that they labelled panic. Jim Horn...

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Depression is like dying without hope this process will end well, without remediation at least not for my closely held ego-identity, and despair this turning inward creates a cocoon by avoiding outward. Focal awareness of ego mortality, immanent and emanant, eminent, turns inward, returns inward in despairing response against outward; the whats and whos of external metaphysical life. Depression brings tacit fixation on mortality while advanced notice of...

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Should I not awake after tonight, may my death find me the peace I never found in life....

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"Inside thy mind hides thine canticle," Says the gifted for the chiromanticle. He read my palms with sturdy eyes, And said "Boy, there's another in thy mind." "A voice" he said that "sings you to sleep, And makes you feel that you must weep. For the other in you wants you to feel, Neither joy nor love, of which from you he...

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