Short Depressionday Poems
Short Depressionday Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Depressionday by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Depressionday by length and keyword.
It cuts like a knife,
can keep you up at night.
It can stay with you
for all of your life.
It has no one cause,
nor does it have one set cure.
I wish it would stop,
and one day it will.
I just wish that day would come.
Form:
there was a boy named don
he never did anything wrong
then one day he met haley
who was a little bit shady
they began to date
their lives were filled with
one day they decided
to live amongest the
so haley chopped off her head
don was so depressed
so he pressed
a knife to neck
and in a sec
he sliced his throt
Form:
I don't want to see another sunrise,
go through another meanless day,
with a false smile.
Another day of having to hide,
the sorrow, the pain,
I carry inside.
Another day of loving,
only the feeling,
of the sharp metal on my skin.
I can't take this no more,
I am tired of it all,
No reason to live for,
This night im tired,
more than ever.
Please dry my tears,
and let me sleep.
Forever.
Form:
I didn't know pain can feel this bad.
the darkness deep inside my heart.
It hurt so bad,I can feel my heart
calling out for help.
the tears in my eyes couldn't stop.
It felt like my life was shredded into pieces.
what can I say,what can I do.
slipping falling and I can't get up.
the depressing fact my heart is dying.
but one thing to remember is to be happy.
one day I will be happy.and one day I will
smile again
In this empty room staring at the ceiling
All confused with funny feelings
I’ve got voices in my head
Now I’m talking to the dead
They tell me I’m alive
Cause I survived
The scary thought, of suicide
They tell me to appreciate
The life that I am given
And one day I’ll be driven into heaven
Where I will meet the real friends
That I am given
Until this day
I’ll sit and wait
For someone to come and end my fate
Form:
"what do you mean by that? " he said
in rather a threatening manner,
I blushed - my face turned red,
all the joy in the day was marred.
His anger changed my view of him
his witty turn of phrase now jarred,
his caustic comments left me cold,
all the joy in the day was marred.
Before I speak I'll think quite hard
and just stay in my own back yard,
curl up in a ball in the corner
for all the joys in all my days are marred,
One day in early may
three children at play
mama turned papas way
and said we're drifting away
they'd been together for years
they've shared, shed many tears
but now their end was near
this was papas worst fear
all through their divorce
papas voice was coarse
giving in without much force
half of everything, of course
this day in early May
was papas downfall they say
his heart stopped, their he lay
on the twelfth day
a Tuesday
nobody se what i go through day by day not even you
i pray and pray that i could tell someone who will listen
i am hoping you see it true
i try to do the best i can
i strive to be the best woman i can
i seem to fail at a lot of things ive tried
it hurts so bad ive mostly cried
the pain seems to be the only thing i gain
anger is no stranger we ponder
i sometimes ask why bother
please help me to be free
i know you see what i want to be
When I walk through the halls,
Everyone see’s a smile,
They hear a laugh
And think nothing of it,
Why wont you ask me what’s wrong?
I want someone to look through my lies,
And see that im dieing on the inside
Why cant people see the real me?
Why cant they see what’s wrong?
What if one day I go home and hurt myself,
And the next day im gone?
Would you even care?
Would you even shed a tear?
I just want someone to look through my lies,
And know that im hurting on the inside.
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