Depression Free Verse Poems

There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul
He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of...

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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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With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul
I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat 
As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance...

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There are arches and doorknobs
I feel with my hands but,
instead of pushing through,
around and round
i meander clueless,
my head in a cloud
caught up in the darkness
I...

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Alcohol to numb the pains.  
Cigarettes to taste something other than hate.  
Sex to escape the constant loud voices in my head. ...

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Do you remember how it felt? 
Do you know what it feels like to feel worthless, not enough, to question love? 
Do you remember not...

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Cancer, a six-letter word that doesn’t mean much to most people. 
Then the word suddenly has more power than a shot to the chest. 
You...

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To keep my words from falling apart,
I need the blood that leaves my heart.

I chose to stay and face the pain,
so it won’t feel so...

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The shackles that hold me
Visible to my eye alone.

The collar around my neck
Only cause I allow it.

The chains around my feet
Have bound me to this...

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The wheels of the chaotic times churn for them
the sands of crushed dreams in the desert of desiccated life,
settling frenzied on the unstratified fragile structure...

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Blank stares. 
Nothing. 
Growling. 
Blank stares which seem endless. 
Just comfortable enough. 
Then prodding feelings. 
It’s not good.
This town. 
Is just a blank note. 
There...

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Depression. 
Wet floor signs everywhere. 
So are puddles. 
Falling. 

Despair. 
That feeling where you are covered in leaves. 
And some leaves blow away. 
But some...

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I look back to the halcyon days
When Mrs Johnson,
A comely widow, ran fruitful
Errands for the new railway, and for
Our undeveloped district.
A frail, little maid in...

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They called it short gratification—
but I lost my soul in the trade.
A moment’s pleasure,
for a lifetime of emptiness,
a spark that consumed
the temple I once was.

O...

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Horrible things. 
Toothaches and no one does anything about it. 
On my skin, there are pores where anything possible could grow. 
No one knows much...

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