Self-love depressed becomes self-loathing.
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Depressed (2)
I am depressed and no one knows.
I am depressed but won't let it show.
I am depresed because of lies.
I am depressed but won't cry.
I am depressed because of my families crap.
I am depressed because of my dad.
I am depressed because I can't live with my mom.
I am depressed because I'm all wrong.
I am depressed because of what I do.
I am depressed because I can't tell you.
I am depressed and no one knows.
I am depressed but won't let it show.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Depressed With Love
Sometimes I am so depressed with love!
Yes.
Depressed with it!
Some folks don't have it at all to give.
Negative and selfish takers...
Collecting waste and making heartbreakers.
That's what is done,
When someone dumps upon another someone.
For fun and stupidity.
Being as ignorant as they can be.
Oh I can't explain how that gets to me.
But it does.
Sometimes I am so depressed with love!
Yes.
Depressed with it
Instead of throwing kisses...
I'd like to split a few lips with my fists.
I know that's not 'politically correct'
To handle those I view as misfit.
But it sometimes gets difficult to express...
I'm feeling deep warmth and happiness at best!
When I know I expose an anger on my face,
That hides a glowing love kept depressed...
In public I'd like to erase.
But honestly...
Am I the only one that wishes to spank a few butts?
Because a mess spreading has fed many of us up?
And no one wants to RECOGNIZE LOVE for what it is?
This is what gets me livid and pissed.
Yes.
Sometimes I am so depressed with love!
Yes.
Depressed with it
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am..
i am depressed and lonely
i wonder if poeple care
i hear voices
i see shadows
i want to try my hardest
i am depressed and lonely
i pretend to be someone i'm not
i believe in true love
i touch the heavens
i feel alone
i worry to lose him
i cry for the things i lost
i am depressed and lonely
i understand if i'm crazy
i say dreams will come true
i dream of falling into darkness
i am depressed and lonely
poem by Kristyann Celello
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Although, my experience when I've been depressed, not only am I too depressed to sit down and write a song, I'm too depressed to pick up my feet. So if you can at least write about it, you're halfway away from it.
quote by Paul Westerberg
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Memories of Past
Loveless is my world
The dark paths of life, never seem to end
I reside in a world where love is scarce
Wish, I still had your love
Since, everything about you was perfect
Those, sweet words of 'I Love You'
Which you once always spoke to me are never to be heard again.
No more love I feel from you
That is the only reason why I always appear to be so lost now
Yes, I am depressed, always depressed without you
Only if I had you and your love, till my last breath
Then only I can ever feel complete
As now I try to recollect the memories of past, to think of my love story with you
Only you ever, made me feel this special
Loveless is my world
Wish, I still had you all for me.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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I want nothing.....but her………
When I am depressed!
I become calm like
The lull after the storm
I want to hear no sound
But her sweet voice
I want to see nothing
But her beautiful face
I want nobody around me
Besides her
Do nothing
But sleep in her arms
Listen to her sweet talks
Drown myself in her love
When I am depressed!
I want nothing.....
But her………
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Your Faith Soul Can Sow Hope
it is sad to see our friends
disappointed depressed
even to hear or online read
'i am fine but lil depressed'
this world can will oft disappoint
for many age gender race reasons
but your faith soul can give hope
I always believe in your kindness
every act of kindness
no matter how small
is true service to God
all hate serves Satan
therefore choose wisely
what seeds will you sow?
God said love covers a
multitude of sin love sow
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Being Me
Being me is not easy
Every moment I have to tell myself
Not to be depressed, being me
Involves, huge depressions and puffing the smoke out of me
Just to get some sense in me
A term of being bi-polar gets attached with me.
I love girls but no girl loves me
It is like I am not good enough for them
But why is it so?
Do I lack something, which others have?
I ask myself, why me?
No friends, no love and no life I have
Being me is sometimes just not me
It is not easy and it hurts
Every moment I have to tell myself, things will be okay?
I try to not be depressed and I love girls so much
Although, why do things become so complicated then?
Being me is not easy.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Depressed Heart
Sitting here, drowning in tears,
Wondering why we're apart.
Your love for me has died away,
And left me with a depressed heart.
Crying in anger, Crying in pain,
Crying in the dark.
Nobody knows what I'm going through,
In my depressed heart.
poem by Adam McKim
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I say myself no depressed words just depressed minds.
quote by Brendan Behan
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I feel alone
I am married but yet I feel alone
I feel really depressed and sad
knowone knows what I feel inside knowone cares
I sit and cry all the time and knowone bothers to ask why or if there is something they can do
I feel alone and sad and depressed
I really have a good life but there is something missing
I feel alone all the time I feel so alone that I wish I where in heaven
I walk this world alone and depressed and sad each and every day
Why do I feel this way? Why does knowone care to ask why?
So I am really feeling alone and depressed and very sad
What is missing in my life to make me feel this way?
Why is that knowone cares to ask why?
poem by Tania Hernandez
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I say there're no depressed words just depressed minds.
A Line
A line so stressed, so much plain,
Abolishes forever my loathing of it.
Three lines make triangles like a wheel
Has travelled forever, loathing it.
Faith is a button to press when ill,
Abhorrent and explainable is it.
My lines of poetry gather new efforts,
So you too become together, like my lines.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Witches Are Laughing At Us Now, I Know It
The vampire kids all turned each other to vampires
The zombie kids walk around depressed
While the vampire kids take their anger out on them
And each other
Much like a civil war
The hate allotted between the three of us
I try to take no part but the vamps hate me anyway
Because the vampires hate everyone
And the zombies only hate themselves
Then me and the vampires have it out
Every once in a full moon
But I don’t hate them because they hate me
I just hate them sometimes
But then I remember just how ignorant
They can be and let it all go back to normal
And I forget all about the zombies
Cause I have no sympathy for self loathing
poem by Dan Walters
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I usually write when I'm in a great place. When I'm depressed, I don't usually write. So I take all of when I'm depressed and throw it into when I'm feeling good. Weird, I guess.
quote by Del Shannon
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Depression Is an Illness
Depression is an illness
You don’t just feel depressed
You cannot eat
You cannot sleep
When you’re feeling overstressed
Depression is an illness
You don’t just feel depressed
You cannot cope
You have no hope
When you’re feeling overstressed
Depression is an illness
You don’t just feel depressed
You always cry
You want to die
When you’re feeling overstressed
Depression is an illness
You don’t just feel depressed
Please seek advice
It could save your life
When you’re feeling overstressed
poem by Donna Caldwell
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til The Best Comes Along
Now I aint the best lookin guy in the world
And I aint got much money at all
But when our eyes met, Ill never forget
And for you I could easily fall
Chorus:
So why dont we just keep on dancin
While the band sings an old country song
Well I wont be depressed
If I aint the best
But will I do til the best comes along
I aint got a mansion on some mountain top
And I aint got no long limousine
But Ive got a heart as warm as the sun
And could love you like youve never seen
Chorus
No, I wont be depressed
If I aint the best
But will I do til the best comes along
song performed by by Vince Gill
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He's turned his life around. He used to be depressed and miserable. Now he's miserable and depressed.
quote by David Frost
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Love lost?
Tender love, lost,
lost in time,
lost in translation,
lost with little hope
of ever being recovered.
Memories, all that remains
of what was and could have been...
Age, fading these memories
as the sands of time
fall through our brittle fingers.
Hatred, pain and loathing,
Hatred for letting ourselves get hurt,
Pain from the searing depression
That fills us like a box or razors,
loathing for not trying harder.
Hope, hoping that she finds happiness,
hoping she thinks about you fondly,
hoping that your dreams don't fade,
hope that your tender love,
your love lost in time, in translation,
isn't completely hopelessly lost.
-James Bateman
poem by James Bateman
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Loath and Fear
If I would rely on phrenology,
Or science, or mythology,
I'd burn down this damned city
And disembark in a conclusion
Of the ugly veracity:
I loathe everything!
I fear everything!
I loathe that I am writing about loathing
And I fear that I might lose every one
Though I barely have anyone,
So I loathe even more on this fear.
I loathe that I write about myself all the time, and
I fear that I might not be writing at all
I loathe that I would narrate a story
In the surreal slopes of enigma, and
I fear, afterwards, that no one will pry
To understand or even console.
I loathe that my mouth cannot mouth
What my hands opted to write, and
I fear that my hands aren't equipped
To write what I cannot mouth.
I loathe even more that I build walls
For people to beat down and divulge
The forlorn boy inside, and yet
I fear to be found.
And I loathe to the point of breaking
That no one ever cared to pry
And that makes me shudder in fear, and
I fear this kind of loathing
And loathe this kind of fear.
I loathe that I cannot gain readers, and
I fear that I may never have
I loathe that readers appreciates the writing
But not the congealed brook
Between the lines of it, and
I fear that they might not even
Appreciate the spilled blood
In every line of it.
I loathe, I fear,
That apart from writing
I am never good at anything
Except maybe from fearing and loathing.
I loathe that I blame the past
For making me loathe a lot, and
For making me fear a lot
For making me loathe sports, and
For making me fear trying
And all the brusquely recreations
And the shame of failing.
I loathe, I fear,
That I was turned
To be a loathing misanthrope
From a fearing diffident
Or perhaps not,
Perhaps, I am both.
I loathe, I fear,
The mad man that I am
Smoking the emaciation out
For I loathe and fear the society
And their chauvinistic beliefs.
I fear that I am ninety pounds flat,
I loathe that I am not doing anything,
And I loathe and fear my loathing and fearing
Because I fear that all I have left
Is my loathing to strengthen myself.
I loathe my poor drinking limit
And I loathe the carousals
As much as I fear encompassing the line
And fearing the toll of carousals
For I never get inebriated
In loathe and fear.
I loathe the carousing table
For they are full of shallow people
Except for one person, perhaps
And I loathe and I fear,
That I may not be him.
I loathe that I am poor
Because I am jobless
And so are my parents.
I loathe, I fear,
That when I finish college
And finally get a job
That I cannot think for myself
Because my shoulders are donned
With so much unsolicited weights;
I loathe that I loathe it
Because it makes me a loathing glutton
Self-centered and loathsome, and
I fear all this loathing
For the very same reasons.
I loathe that I do not have friends
And that I cannot have friends
And that I loathe my friends, and
I fear that I can loathe my friends
Or not having thereof
For I fear to realize
That I do not even know what I want
Or that no one knows what I want.
I loathe that I do not have the facilities
And sometimes the interest
And there is nothing much fearful
Than loathing your fears
And fearing your loathing
From your fears.
I fear the approaching season
For I am bound to loathe even more
That the people are carousing
For not a single reason
Whilst I loathe, whilst I fear
Not having anything.
And despite me inscribing these
I loathe that I am doing these, and
I fear that I am not doing these right.
I loathe and fear that I am hopeful
Again and again after another failure
And I loathe, and I fear,
That even with a fractured cranium
I would still go for another try
And I loathe even more
And I fear even more
That I loathe, and that I fear,
But never give up
On loath and fear.
poem by Norman Santos
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