Depression Free Verse Poems

Stuck

I’m stuck inside my own mind’s prison,
Walls built high with doubt and fear,
A place where shadows crawl and whisper,
And hope feels distant, never near.

I fight...

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When I was a baby, I cried at the sight of life
When I was child I slept to protest life 
When I was a teenager...

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You said:
You look like you've been hurt before,
Drowned before you could reach the shore.

I replied:
My father was my first heartbreak,
My uncle was my second,
I was...

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I get straight A’s 
I show up 
I say thank you 
I win medals 
And never cry
In public 

They say 
I’m so mature
So composed 
So...

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I will never forget the first time I lost someone to suicide.
The deafening screams that I created,
The shock, 
Followed by the aftershock.

I will never forget...

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They say the world is full of voices,
But mine gets lost among the sound.
A whisper drowned by louder choices,
A silence no one seems to hound.

I...

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Depression is one of those empty chairs. 
Sit on a chair, empty except for my body. 
I’m here!
In an auditorium. 
Suddenly, there’s other people clapping...

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With the winding weary wings spread wide,  
I fly aimless in the turbulent air of discontent, 
across the fading hues of the ruined rainbow,
where...

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It comes in waves
Before you know it
Was it always there
 It comes in waves
You didn’t think about it today
Did I make it up
Is pain a...

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I think I'm getting better
I think she noticed me
I think I'm finally feeling
I think I'm finally free
I think of the damnation
I think she's saved me...

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Buy orange juice. 
It’s on the list. 
There’s nothing like it. 
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all. 

Buy milk. 
There’s two percent. 
Whole milk. 
Doesn’t fill...

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I slipped through reality,
In a threadbare dreamscape, stitched with denial.

Just when I thought,
I was over it  
It came back to haunt 
to show me...

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These four walls, how they stifle.
How they bind and choke.
Their cheap white paint
Seems to whisper:
Let me go!
Is this not a home, 
Soft and safe,
Friend of...

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Hidden in weeds
 heart vavle on squeeze 
Watch me not bleed
Even if it cuts deep
Keeps you away from 
My  boredom  pale bule face
Made...

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I think it's getting worse
The visions happen less
Now I don't dream but still
I feel it nonetheless
I feel impending doom
A danger I can't explain
A parabola of...

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