Poems About: DEPRESSION
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313.A Sensational Depressional Death Consumed As Tightly Ever By Thee.
Once one forlorn saddened day as i took aim to thy left wrist with a sharpened and honed razor's edged pupose intent...
T'was i crazed or just merely Hell bound as Hell bent.
Where had'st thy sanity went? read more »Michael Gale
314.Depression destroyed my life
Depression destroyed my life.
It told me I was no good.
It told me I was all bad.
It told me I was not loved. read more »Anastasia Mimi
Depression makes me what I am, who I am.
Nothing can change that.
Depression is my weakness.
I am weak. read more »Brianna mowry, alex vincent
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. read more »brandon kosiarski
She sat tight in the corner with her head on her knees,
As she quietly begged, let me kill myself please.
With a knife tightly gripped in her left hand,
Life as she thought was not going as she planned. read more »sidney hall (The Mad Poet)
For all the pain i feel inside
makes me dull as ever...
suffered from depression and
anger but promised to never... read more »Frances Lugtu
319.This is My Confession
Depression is a sickness I possess deep within my soul.
The cause of this depression I don't really know. read more »Elizabeth Kuykendall
320.DID YOU KNOW?
Do you know about me.
i live inside you braking you down,
keeping you from your family, making you feel like you are worthless
making you feel like life is not worth living. read more »darlene adams
321.Live With Agreements
Today, the hours will watch
the minutes play tic,
and the seconds play toc. read more »Mathieu Hotte
322.Times Of Stress
Tempted am I to write some more,
Why must I write another encore?
Only to use and tax my brain,
To keep away my depression again. read more »Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
323.Running From My Fate
Why do I feel this way always
I always wish to be free and to fly away
I try to get away from my captors
But they catch me every time read more »Gina Okafor
324.Kettle boils like my anger
As the kettle boils.
So does my anger.
My anger is reder than the heat.
Its not just the heat of the moment. read more »Amy Kerswell