Depression and Black dog
She rises from bed and stares
out the window. Another day.
No new horizons. Why do
people talk such crap, she muses,
senses the hangover bite in.
He said it was just a sex thing,
no strings, see what a new
tomorrow brings. Her mother
had this thing about what the
neighbours said, how things
looked from another's perspective.
There is a damp patch where
her hand has touched, blood,
bright red. She sees him or rather
his outline in the dark of the night
before. All ten minutes of excitement,
a two-bit joy. Her hand runs over
the patch, feels the stickiness.
Depression digs in its feet, plunges
in its dark claws, rips through her
sense of being, sees the outside
city, no real care, no pity, just what
is she seeing? Shadows and outlines,
people, cars, streets, sun, clouds,
business out there. She wants her
mother back, the loss of all those
years ago, lingering in the back of
her mind and center of her heart.
Depression and the black dog tear
All things and love and life apart.
poem by Terry Collett
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What is Depression?
I see around me
'Depression is this'
'Depression is that'
Depression is hell
When you think of the world
as your enemy
And you run away
To your world,
Yet people try to pull you back,
'You weren't like this before'
'What happened to you? '
And it gets Sickening
to hear their concern
and to know
that your not all there.
Quick, put on a smile,
Or else back to the Pshycologist you go
where they treat you
like your three.
Fake a smile, and get out.
That's my motto.
Depression is the shadows.
When your alone in the dark
And your mind is coming back
from your world. and sees.
It sees that everything is blank.
And it goes numb,
And being numb is not pleasent
so you try to grab something.
Anything,
to bring feeling back to your body.
The closest thing you found was a knife?
Good enough,
Hit the nerves until you can feel again.
Dont think, it ruins the fun.
Depression is not suicidal
It's when your mind is Believed that
your not loved anymore.
And you feel empty inside.
No use, depression is already inside you
And so it feeds off of you.
and drains your energy even before your awake
Causing you to feel Lathargic
and unwanted,
unneeded.
But this is my view.
This is what I see thru my tinted eyes.
What do you see?
poem by Nicole Brewer
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Treatment-Resistant Depression
I have been treated for depression
but my symptoms have as yet to improve me.
I think,
I may have have treatment-resistant depression.
Taking an antidepressant or going through
all of that psychological counseling.
What (psychotherapy) puts me through,
I am ill at ease
then comes some latter I date your depression.
Unlike most people
whom for not most if not all are such people.
This treatment for treatment-resistant depression.
When standard treatment was never enough.
Flakes of snow leave white claws and dark marks.
Before I was born
and the world knew dark matter,
I was left such like you to ponder it all in depression.
They may not help much at all,
to improver your fears of depression.
And why are your symptoms.
May turns back into June.
Will summer improve only to keep it like winter comes back.
From mild to severe
and may require more help
as summer becomes fall leads back to winter.
Where have all the snow cones gone?
Up the hill
down the slope where I lead you back up into depression.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Depression Hurts
I feel so depressed all around I see people smiling and laughing enjoying every little thing in there life.
I look around and ask my self 'why can't that be me? '
I try and try to get out of my depression.
It hurts me to see you knowing you love me and care.
But the break you want is breaking me down into depression.
I hate the way you say you love me and say you care and told me to never to think that you don't love me or that you care about me.
I can't help but think that way because I'm tired of being alone and scared.
When we were'nt on the break you took my depression away.
But now that were on the break I instantly fell into depression and cried and cried all day and night long wanting you back hoping and praying that would happen.
I begged and begged for this break to never happen but it did.
I still love you with all my heart!
But were not together and this Depression Hurts!
poem by Nicole Donoghue
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A Broken Heart
You wonder how things can have gotten so bad
How things were so great and now they couldn't get worse
Wishing you could fix them but knowing you never can
Living with the knowledge that your to blame
You can't shake it, you can't fake it
You wish you could make things right
Get back the star that made your life bright
Then you wake up and realize everything is dark
Feels like the one thing missing is your heart
Then you find it and there in the center is a hole
So big it can never be filled, so black you cant see through it
And you wish every day you could go back and redo it
To fix the mistakes, to take back the hurt
But with every breath you take, you know you'll take that pain to the dirt
No one can understand, that you had happiness in the palm of your hand
And then you blinked and it was gone and it can never be there again
So you hold onto the pain and feel like your always walking in the rain
Few Minutes in the Dark
A few minutes in the dark.
What kind of dark?
No light shining?
Depression?
A reality check?
A few minutes in the dark can change you.
Change you how?
Change your outlook of life?
Change your personality?
Cause you to sin?
A few minutes in the dark is dangerous.
How is it dangerous?
Swallow you up in fear.
Never feel happiness.
No more friends.
No more family.
No more love.
No more life.
No more light.
A few minutes in the dark is scary.
You see the evil in the world with no light.
You lose your light for a few minutes and soul dies.
You lose a person, a loved one, every single second.
You lose sight of them and they're gone forever.
A few minutes in the dark and you cant see anything.
No more things that coused you joy or filled with love.
A few minutes in the dark.
It takes only 30 seconds for a child to be kidnapped.
Then after that, they fall to the darkness.
Soul burned out, and love gone.
Another life fallen to the darkness.
A few minutes in the dark.
When you left the light, there is no turning back.
A few minutes in the dark, and you lose sight.
Lose sight of the light.
See what happens in the dark?
A few minutes in the dark.
Causes death.
A breakup between lovers and one points a gun to their head.
A few minutes in the dark and you die.
The light will be sealed from you along memories.
Memories of light and love.
The two things the dark can never have.
Light and love.
A few minutes in the dark.
And you cant remember your friends.
Did you even have friends?
A few minutes in the dark can change your way of thinking.
Reminding you of death at every corner.
You wander forever not ever finding the light.
A few minutes in the dark will change you forever.
Happiness always has its sadness.
Sadness always has its happiness.
Where there is life, there is death waiting around the corner.
Where there is death, there is life some where waiting.
Death is darkness.
You cant find your light if you cant handle a few minutes in the dark.
And maybe people are still stuck in the dark and we dont notice.
Reach your hand out and show them the light.
Everyone around us may look happy but they dont see the light.
A few minutes in the dark is a very sad place to be in.
Your blinded and confused.
you dont feel love and people all around us will always be in the dark,
waiting for a friend to pull them out.
There will be better days
poem by Natalie Vail
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Dealing With Depression
Depression is being lonely in a room full of people
Depression is being constantly tired but never able to sleep
Depression is longing to be with others yet not being able to cope with company
Depression makes you lose your appetite and eat yourself fat
Depression is smiling to hide the pain inside
Depression is when the soul dies but the body keeps on living
Depression is forgetting who you used to be
Depression is not knowing if you could survive without it
Depression is being sad when nothing is wrong
Depression is not caring whether you live or die
Depression is having no interest in the things you used to love
Depression is lying awake for hours in bed at night contemplating the best way to kill yourself only to realise that you can’t be bothered.
poem by Ricky Baker
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The Summer Recess of 62.
It was the second day
of the summer recess
and Judith and you
walked through the field
behind her house
and sat down on the grass
the sky above blue
like an upside-down ocean
with the white clouds
like small fluffy islands
and she said
Mother doesn't trust you
why not?
you asked
she doesn't trust any male
she says they're all after
the one thing
you looked at her
sitting there beside you
her hair brown and curly
and her eyes blue
and bright
and you said
not all males
are the same
she looked up
at the sky
and said
I know but that's
how she sees things
my mother likes you
you said
she says you're good for me
keep me focused
she smiled
and lay back
on the grass
and you lay
beside her
and turned
to look at her there
taking in her profile
and she turned
to face you
and she said
does your mother
trust us to be together?
sure she does
you said
an airplane
went over the sky
a sparrow hawk
hovered above
its eyes watching
and waiting
you put your hand
on her hip
and she placed
her hand on yours
you felt her hipbone
beneath her green skirt
moved your palm
gently over and over
she moved your hand
off of her hip
and said
just in case
mother's looking at us
from the upstairs window
would she?
you asked
of course
she said
she held your hand
and took it
and laid it
on her breast
her heart
somewhere beating
your hand sensing
the softness beneath
the white blouse
and she said
just as well
she never saw us
last Christmas
and you smiled
and remembered
and the sparrow hawk
flew off through the sky
and the sound
of a distant train
and your heart thumping
like the downpour of rain.
poem by Terry Collett
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Depression (a mix of poems and mine)
Depression is a fight
Depression is a flight
Depression is a thief
That should be locked up
Depression steals your view on life
And even your very life
It brings to you seclusion
Worse than that of a grave
And darkness
Worse than that of a cave
It keeps you away
It doesn’t allow you to be gay
It keeps you back
It doesn’t allow any comeback
It keeps you pressured
It keeps you shattered
It brings to you tearing tears
With depression there is no in-between
You’re in a dark tunnel
With no light to be seen
Depression we say is a selfish state of mind
But when we get depressed there is no other we can find
Depression is predator and we’re all its prey
Tick tock tick tock goes the clock
Its only a matter of time
Before the ultimate climb
poem by Wicked Wacked
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Depression 1
depression is loving someone with nothing in return,
depression is slowly living instead of jumping head first,
depression is acknowledging the mistake but without learning,
depression is not trying, giving into your life's curse.
depression is cutting and cutting thinking you cant stop,
depression is staying quiet thinking no-one will care,
depression is floating around with the desire to drop,
depression is ignoring the people who always seem to be there.
depression is trying to end the life you've been given,
depression is watching other people watch you,
depression is giving up instead of being hard driven,
depression is depression, do you feel it too?
poem by Tashi Coote
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Depression is...
Depression is Loving someone with nothing in return,
Depression is Slowly living instead of jumping head first,
Depression is Acknowledging the mistake but without learn,
Depression is Not trying, giving into your lifes curse.
Depression is Cutting and cutting thinking you cant stop,
Depression is Staying quiet thinking no-one will care,
Depression is Floating around with the desire to drop,
Depression is Ignoring the people who always seem to be there.
Depression is Trying to end the life youve been given,
Depression is Watching other people watch you,
Depression is Giving up instead of being hard driven,
Depression is Depression, do you feel it too?
poem by Jodie Louise Pollock
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Depression.
Depression makes me what I am, who I am.
Nothing can change that.
Depression is my weakness.
I am weak.
The blood that runs through my veins are black.
My heart that was once whole filled with love is now consumed with depression is now shattered an now is forever forgotten.
The life that once filled me is dead.
I wish this was just a nightmare but somewhere deep down I know I am never going to wake up.
The Christ is who hears me, the devil is who haunts me.
If you see me smile just remember it is fake.
If you looked in my eyes you would see the pain and the lost that I feel.
I know I can never be happy again but I have lived with this for so long I can finally accept it, or I try to make myself believe that.
There's no going back now depression is what I am an who I will forever be.
poem by alex vincent Brianna mowry
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The Touch Of Your Hand
On the day that you were born
I touched your hand so chubby and warm.
I touched your hand when you were one
and helped you walk my beautiful son.
I held your hand when you were two.
We ran, your favorite thing to do.
I held your hand when you were three
as you climbed on my lap and smiled at me.
I touched your hand when you were four
as the ocean touched our toes at the shore.
I touched your hand when you were five
walking you to school but when we'd arrive
I felt the tug of your hand from mine
and I knew that we had crossed a line.
I looked at you and released your hand
and said'it's okay I understand.'
As I walked back home I cried some tears
thinking of all our hand holding years.
Holding your hand became sporadic now,
when you were feverish or I felt your brow.
I held your hand a few times as a teen
but always alone so it wouldn't be seen.
I held your hand after you said, 'I do.'
We danced together just me and you.
After some years went by my son
you held the hand of your little one.
And so the times of your life turn around
and now that my hand is old I've found
you take my hand and help me walk
and as you do we intimately talk.
And it takes me back to that bright early morn
when I held your hand so chubby and warm.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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This Is What Depression Is Like
Loss of interest
and depression
filling me.
Quiet and uncaring
I sit alone.
I know I'm hurting people
with my silence
but I can't talk long.
Things stabbing at my heart,
all happiness repelling me.
Smiling
whenever I see
the thing that hurts me most.
Tears beginning to form,
the depression
sets in deeper.
Settling into cracks and crevices.
Cutting loose stitches,
unwrapping barbwire
that held pieces together.
People forgetting or replacing
and I only smile.
Rumors spread and hatred collected
and I only laugh.
Days beginning to blend together.
Each day's the same,
just less in each passing hour.
But why does this matter to you?
I'm just another girl succumbing
to the depression
and the madness within.
Nov.-12-09
poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die
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I Got You
Right here
Something in the dark shot glasses, you know
Something that you can lean to
Something that you can ride to
Something that you can step to
You know
Sometimes real love can be
Not seen 'cause you're thinkin'
What's right in front of you
Can't be the one for you
Then one day you realize that
There are feelings that you can't hold back
And you're so caught up
Now that's all you think of
Crazy how
All that talk of us not able to last
Just because of mistakes we made in the past
But they fail to understand
Chorus:
I got you
And nobody can come to change a thing
'Cause you gotta know
You got me
And it feels so good to have your back now
I'm so proud
I got you
And if somebody tries to take you from me
They will see I've got you
You got me
I got you
Things are often said to
Doubt what I feel for you
But words that people say
Won't take my love away
Although it hurts sometimes, it's alright
But why they say some things that ain't right
I never know but please understand that baby, it ain't nothing
All that talk of us not able to last
Just because of mistakes we made in the past
But they fail to understand
I got you
And nobody can come to change a thing
'Cause you gotta know
You got me
And it feels so good to have your back now
I'm so proud
I got you
And if somebody tries to take you from me
They will see I've got you (I got you, baby)
You got me (you got me, baby)
I got you (I got you, baby)
You got me (you got me, baby)
So that's all that people can do
Nevermind all the love, all that you
gotta do is simply love, trust, and just stay...
Together we'll get through whatever if we
Don't let speculations make situations up
We'll be alright
I got you
And nobody can come to change a thing
'Cause you gotta know
You got me
And it feels so good to have your back now
I'm so proud
I got you
And if somebody tries to take you from me
They will see I've got you (I got you, baby)
You got me (you got me, babe)
I got you
And nobody can come to change a thing (feels so good inside)
'Cause you gotta know
You got me
And it feels so good to have your back now
I'm so proud
I got you
And if somebody tries to take you from me
They will see I've got you (I got you)
You got me (yes, you got me, baby)
I got you (nothing come between us)
You got me (you got me)
I got you (through whatever)
You got me (you're all that I need)
I got you (oh, baby)
You got me (forever, baby)
I got you (I got you)
You got me (you got me)
I got you
You got me
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My Favorite Depression
Every time I think of you
There follows a great succession
First my heart leaps for joy
Then follows a great depression
When I first think of you
My heart goes pitter patter
And when I try to talk
My words are all a scatter
Your hair flows before my eyes
Like waves of the beautiful sea
But that all fades when I remember
That you don't care for me
My heart drops deep within
And my spirit falls so fast
A tear dropp falls from my eye
Depression comes at last
I feel so dark and sad
I feel I need a retreat
But when I see you again
The cycle doth repeat
You are my favorite depression
Better than the rest
If you ever come to me
T'will be like an eagle returning to it's nest
You are my favorite sadness
The one that eats away my heart
But I know you think of me
As some annoying stinky fart
But you are my favorite depression
The best of them all
And I run to you like a puppy
Returning to it's mother's call.
poem by Thirteen Tears
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Oh Depression How I Love Thee
oh depression how i love thee,
how i feed u all my sarrows,
oh depression ur just so inviting with ur call for no tomarrows.
oh depression ur black vail of thorns are my favorite clothes
the way u encompass me no one even knows.
oh depression how romantic u r with ur little white pills for rings
the way u force me to think, why its my favorite thing
oh depression your so loving your knoosly arms closed upon my neck
and oh the way u stay with me even though im such a wreck
oh depression ur so beautiful ur absolutly stunning
your eyes always red and ur makup always running
oh depression ur so smart, u clever little thing
why the way u sneek upon me i scream so loud i sing
oh depression your so strong you'll always hold me tight
no need for you to worry im not alone at night...
Depression Hurts
depression hurts the most when you lose one that was near.
it hurts even more when you live in nothing but fear.
you sit there running threw all the bad thoughts in your mind.
its hard to forget it all and leave it behind.
the days start to get worse as you hide away,
you scream at them because they didn't stay.
it gets hard to breath and to stay around.
you walk around looking sad and staring at the ground.
people say things that make things go down hill.
then you go and hide and just sit still.
the pain grows more and more.
it leaves your body, heart, and soul so damn sore.
why does depression have to hurt and make you feel so far.
life is like one big scare.
depression rips you apart
it rips away your heart.
depression hurts the most when you lose one that was near.
it hurts even more when you live in nothing but fear.
you sit there running threw all the bad thoughts in your mind.
its hard to forget it all and leave it behind.
poem by Brandon Kosiarski
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Itteh Bitteh Kitteh Comittee
I used to sit on that side
With people I could trust
I was pretty much contented
But things were to readjust
Upon entering a new situation
Things might stay the same
But, alas they crumbled
To not be the same again
For a while it persevered
But things began to change
I tried to bring it back
But that was slight derange
I stuck with it for a bit
I had nothing to fall back on
But the broken, was indisputable
Like the Gospel according to John
Content changed to depression
Depression to a Suicidal thought
After several failed attempts at that
My heart began to rot
After a period of isolation
Something turned around
I couldn’t help but notice
That thing that I found
That had an affect on me
But I didn’t really know
How that it would help me
Through the high and all that low
Good moments started to multiply
With more and more and more
It took some getting used to
But my complacency began to soar
And now I sit on this side
And look back on that side with pity
Because I know it’s superficial
Not like the: itteh bitteh kitteh comittee
poem by Aoife Semple
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Happiness for Sadness
No matter how bad you have it
I will always have it worse
That was once said to me
When I think about it
That’s a good thing
Why would someone want to have it worse
Why would someone want to be sad?
These day people brag about being depressed
They put labels on it
“Emo” that’s what they call it
No matter how bad you have it
I’ll always have it worse
Why would someone brag about being
Sad
Why is depression
Considered an accomplishment
People need to get thing set straight
Depression is not fun
Depression is horrible
Depression has eaten me alive
Depression has ruined my life
“Emo” that’s what they call it
No matter how bad you have it
I’ll always have it worse
Why would anyone want to be depressed
It sickens me
How people just walk around
Pretending to feel sad
Just for a lable
I’ll trade with you
My depression for your happiness
Really depressed people
hide
turn our live’s into acts
Don’t pretend
Because it isn’t funny
Shining Bright
It's dark outside
with different grey hues
my depression has grown
without me being with you
life here is so tragic
everyday I'm blue
full of depression
stuck to me like glue
trying to get rid of it
is like getting rid of me
depression is my life
it's apart of my being
only you can help shining ever so bright
can't you save me?
at this darkest night
You're the star i see
at my dark night
leading me out
soon I'll follow
You're shiny bright light
in this darkest night
poem by Bellaina Bella Hernandez
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