Depression Sad Poems

These Depression Sad poems are examples of Sad poems about Depression. These are the best examples of Sad Depression poems written by international poets.

I'm so tired,
don't want to do this anymore.
Please just leave,
and be sure to close the door.
No, I don't want to talk,
I want to be left

© julia smith  

Some days, I’m still fighting the urge to light a cigarette—missing those rippling ribbons of smoke and the way they would uncoil in the dark,

© Virgil Stone  

My love garden remains unweeded,
Each planted flower slowly wilting.
A shadow spreads across my sunlight,
And a storm lingers without rainfall.

Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart,
No

© Maclawrence Famuyiwa  

I accepted being the third wheel
But now the fifth?
It's like I'm made out of steel
I became a myth
Still can't believe it's real
I can feel everything

© Miss Acelot  

They said,
"just live."
But they never spoke of the ache
that lingers in the marrow—
of the fog that swallows names,
moments,
whole years.

I keep hoping the blurs
will soften into

© Sarah Moncada  

“No Warning”
He left.
 No fight.
 No warning.
 Just vanished
 like love was a switch
 he got bored of leaving on.
And I stood there
 mid-sentence,
 mid-heartbeat,

© Chloe Hyer  

I went to drink 
coffee at one of those 
cute little coffee-drinking 
places, and I couldn’t 
help but think of 
you. 

I tried 
not to.

© Alijah Rivers  

So, "let it ***ing rain."
"The death of us."
Drowned in fire and ice.
"Good knight"

Carrie you broke my heart
But, you, Crystal, shattered my heart, mind, and soul.

© G. Jay  

"When pain, rage and screams buried in the asylum of your heart start to poison your heart slowly and surreptitiously, you become a living ghost."

© Anne Winter  

He doesn't cry in public-
he's learned to bleed where no one looks.
Where bathroom tiles keep secrets
and mirrors lie
just enough
to keep him standing.

he skips lunch again.
just

© arno niem  

they say boys don't cry,
so he bleeds instead.
silent screams hidden
under hoodie threads.
he skips meals
like skipping pages
in a book that no one wants to read-
his ribs

© arno niem  

It's always a battle,
Everyday is,
Always a battle,
Between life and death,

I forgot something,
I didn't check before leaving,
I didn't look before going,
Everyday's like this,

I didn't eat,I overeat,
I

© Dona Salapar  

The path I chose wasn't easy,
Choosing my self,
My kid,
It was never easy,

There are days I cry to sleep,
Stay awake and blame myself,
There are mornings I

© Dona Salapar  

I met a girl,
She's a beauty,
Looking expensive in looks,
Bet she's incredibly rich,


Then she dances through the crowd,
Swaying slowly,
Stripping off, showing off,
Leaving on a pair of

© Dona Salapar  

Reflection catches
My guilt .
I lose the trust 
In whatever  , God,  I  pray too.
I need a release ,
I need to take the

© John Diket