Depression Girl Poems

There’s a loneliness to her style, it’s true.
No sense of direction or means of success.
A cautionary tale for men with no clue. 

With icy tone...

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Isolated from siblings, never close enough
Beaten by a father, who didn't have any love
Abandoned by a mother, who couldn't accept
Family, a word associated with neglect

Abused...

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Cyber Harassment

"Why do you have to be so mean
Does it bother you that I post
For you always commenting,
saying bad things my way" 

It's gotten to...

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Hey, little curly-headed girl
Why are you out here alone?
The darkness is no place for someone like you.

Little curly-headed girl 
Why don't you speak?
What is making...

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To go out with friends
Without having a care in the world
To find people
who just get me
And accept me the way I am
To be good at...

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I jumped around my room,not caring about things that matter

I was throwing things around and all they could hear was clatter 

I sat in the...

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I was waiting at the bus stop, for the number nine to take me uptown,
that’s when I saw her in the park, sitting crossed-legged on...

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You once had a WISTFUL life,                   ...

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This is two parter. The first dealing with the abuse of the mother. The second part is about her child, growing up in care

The Girl,...

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Daddy’s little girl always heard “Beauty is pain” I guess that’s why she wanted to end in vain. Because at least then the professionals could...

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A girl in Cherbourg 

We sat in a bar in Cherbourg a town still struggling after a war 
to become just another French coastal town
Sitting...

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I can't breathe,
the air is think.
Where am I?
I can't see a thing.
Why do I fell cold?
I can’t find my clothes
Silence all around me
Because nobody knows
Why...

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Life has ne'er? been soft to my sensations
Intensely kind was none in relations
Looking buses for suicide on stations
Yearning heart wanting someone's temptations

Remembering my past burns...

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I was an irrepressible and happy young woman, and graceful ballet dancer,
Who lived for twirling on a world stage, as red berries are shrub laughter!

I...

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i once knew a girl whose mom got sick.
she'd sleep the days away, laying in the dark.
perpetually tired, "maybe next time" was the distant sigh.
her...

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