Depression Simile Poems

walk with me
I will be right there with you
When I see,
I won’t bow to you nor will I be surprised
I will respect sure,
but it won’t...

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How I wish I could fly,
Glide away from despair,
Just like a butterfly,
Flutter carelessly in the air.

I want to be brave,
Just like a lion,
But I'm trapped...

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I think I'm going crazy 
My life has been all hazy 
I've told my rhyme 
Lost my chime 
And I've lost my money, every single...

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Must you ask, what you are to me?
     Then let me say, and say it well.
You were a soul behind a...

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Tears are like dust.
Settling until the gentlest breeze stirs -
Making me sick.
It doesn't take much these days. 

Close the windows.
Lock the doors.
Don't let the chaos...

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I'm an insider,
Locked up within the walls of my mind,
Wandering around within my head,
With many other me; each with his own advice…
In a clear language,...

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Since time out of mind, out of thought,
     a molecule of mankind (like I)
is held hostage by the garrote
  ...

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I.

Melancholy and joy, like oil and water,
do not combine (like water in a bath 
of acid). The twain never do 
meet in a single psyche,...

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The full moon kindles a bipolar mind:
     like a hunter hard on his prey, the nights
revive a dark, dysphoric mood; then...

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This hearth and home, my ivory tower,
     where in complete and thoughtful solitude
     I daily think, then...

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Power of the Mind:
The fact that other people's words and actions can break your heart might be alarming
But what is truly terrifying is your mind’s...

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I am a refuge here!
In this foreign land-
Of luxury of darkness
Where darkness
Laughs at me
Angry winds,
Bite me like scorpions,
Mosquitoes,
Drink me like a pot of beer
Bed bugs,...

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In The Coldness of Time

The cold silence
has frozen our resolve;
depression hangs 
like a bleeding icicle;
trying times test our love supreme.

While we wait,
time continues its task;
and...

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Being bipolar
is like a Rose whose bloom is 
missing some petals: 
but her color is deeper 
than all the other roses.

She may never be
part of...

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The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s...

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