Depression Poems
Schizophrenia
by Beth Johnson
I’ve got so many voices inside my head,
my Schizophrenia’s keeping them fed,
I’m starting to feel lost within myself,
think I’m turning into someone else.
I’m always planning my escape,
before my brain can escalate.
“I can’t find it,
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The Room
by Sarah A
Haunted by the ghost
of the girl who once lived there,
The Room was a graveyard
of her bottomless despair.
Funnily enough,
The Room once kept her alive.
She couldn’t let them see her secrets;
she must survive.
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Grey
by Kate Coleman
Today the world is grey. Every cloud, every window, every room. The same dull melancholy tones.
On days like today, its hard not to feel grey too.
raccoon
by Bogdan Dragos
always cold in the north
perhaps coming here
was a
mistake after all
It's not so much the weather as
it is the ever gray sky
It favors depression
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When The Night Comes
by Malama Mukuka
Every time the night comes I pray I will not wake,
I pray the day of my reckoning draws near and my soul the reaper shall take,
But truthfully I just don't want to feel this ache,
That haunts me and shakes my very core until I break,
And on the outside I play pretend, smile and make believe for your sake,
Be strong they say it all gets better in time but the clock keeps ticking and there's no sign of daybreak,
So when the night comes, I will once more pray that I will not wake.
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Continue readingForgiveness is freedom
by Sarah A
I’m sorry for all the things I make you forget
For the times I abandoned you
for the lack of remorse and the absence of regret
For all the unfinished lists
and the times I lost faith
For always searching for an escape
Whiplash between dying hope and dwindling youth
always obscuring the real you
procrastination and perfection
is a deadly combination
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fried brains
by Sarah A
pining for the days when i fried my brain
sobriety hasn’t made me less insane
we partied so hard i forgot my name
but i still remember the rules of the game
let's build a time machine just to forget the pain
go to a place where there was nothing to prove or attain
when my thoughts flowed like a steady rain
instead of this never-ending hurricane
remind myself of the lessons i learnt
survival through change is the main point
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time machine
by Sarah A
pining for the days when i fried my brain
sobriety hasn’t made me less insane
we partied so hard i forgot my name
but i still remember the rules of the game
let's build a time machine just to forget the pain
go to a place where there was nothing to prove or attain
when my thoughts flowed like a steady rain
instead of this never-ending hurricane
remind myself of the lessons i learnt
survival through change is the main point
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can't run away from self-reflection
by Sarah A
dead end in every direction
can’t run away from self-reflection
take a little something to get by
life keeps pausing on the highs
nothing moves forward
until you look inside
realize it never wanted you to hide
inside out it’s a whole different ride
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