Paradox
Love is the main conduit for my "depression" and i know it for a fact. but it is mostly the lack of it that drives the deep and almost infinitive sorrow and angst that i feel more than i should.
Moonless Night.
First time writing something ever. Please comment to let me know how I did, or how I can improve. ~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~ Baying for my love. Without a star in the sky, No moon to give light. Sitting in the dark. Snowy...
Silence
Some like silence, they crave it like a drug. I hate the silence, sometimes quiet is violent. There's no hiding. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real. Inside that silence it screams the truth, I am...
Elation and the Fall
That instead they might send me to rome or some place as equally far away as the sun in our minds, the hurt blinds our eyes and we're too far away to even grasp at each other now he's in shock, but that will turn to misery which will turn to depression
It's Never too Late
I began a simple life Free of anger, sin, and strife Slowly they did poison me To the creature you now see A darkened soul makes a darkened heart Trying to rip myself apart For they know they cannot understand When truth and man go hand and...
Husky's - Chapter 3
Like when my best friend jacob died, i went through a depression that lasted for months. colton was there with me everyday to make sure i would be alright and cheer me up. colt was like a brother to me, i loved him like a brother too.
The Beast
It is a poem about what i think depression is and me and my girlfriends battle against it.
Remorse(poem)
I lived like a no one a memory and a forgotten nothing can keep me here forever I know my time is up yet I fell so young that I might as well be called Icarus and sometimes I look back and they are all wearing black and I destroyed my...
Enjoying a Hellhole
This is a poem about how i live, struggle, and "cope" with my depression.
A Greater Good
You then walk down the hallway towards the stairwell feeling somewhat depressed. you open the doors to the stairs and then begin climbing. step by step. your parents never knew that you were there. only a room away. your father was piss drunk.
Pain in the world
But then, depression hit me like a bullet. i'm still wounded on the inside. wondering if i can last. it hurts me. to do anything. it hurts to live.
I Feel As If It's Too Late For Me
Anyways,this is my first uploaded poem,hope you guys enjoy my depression.