#depressed poetry

[megamindsecretlair]

I Was Born Depressed

Part 2 to original writing from college. Because sis 🥲 🤣🤣🤣 it's good to look back and wonder wtf I was going through.

I was born depressed.

Lemme give that to you again,

I was born depressed

In other words, I have an old soul

In other words, I am melancholy

In other words, why can't you just be happy?

Did you hear?

Happiness is a switch I can flip up or down

Happy or Depressed

Happy or Depressed

Until I'm lying awake at 2am wondering why I said that stupid thing,

In front of that stupid guy,

Two years, four months, eleven days, 1 hour, and 15 minutes ago.

But who's counting, amirite?

I was born depressed but I didn't realize it until

I stared at the TV for three days without blinking.

Until my brain grew fuzzier

Like a virus took hold of my head and crept up on me like a wind in Summer

It didn't happen suddenly. I didn't wake up and decide I was depressed.

First, I kept canceling plans

Feigning sickness.

Then, I yelled out, "I'm tired!"

Hoping someone will read between the lines. But I didn't know there were lines to read between.

I made plans for the future hoping that when Saturday came

I'd save up enough energy to reach into my purse for keys

To start my car and drive to that place to eat

To chat

And talk with friends who love me

I think

Anxiety grabbed hold of me and now she and Depression fight over me.

What if this happens? It won't. Yeah,

but

what if?

It doesn't matter anyway because we're all doomed.

In other words, I fear fear itself,

In other words, I see the bigger picture,

In other words, I am soul sick.

I was born depressed and I worry

It

Will

Bury

Me.

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[lobrac]

Poem time!

Ok I am trying a new form of poetry; A¹ A² B¹ B²

I have never tried this before so here goes nothing:

Helpless, restless

I wish I could help all those in need,

yet even if I try I cannot help myself.

For my own issues I can't ever beat,

I am but a doll on a shelf.

I simply observe their suffering,

wishing I could improve their mood.

Watching the agony's angering

knowing they can't afford food.

Still all I do is preaching justice

just laying in my bed.

Doing nothing, eating chocolates,

wishing that I was dead.

Your poet gremlin signing off~

[conretewings]

I'm being honest when I say

I don't mind you being on your phone sometimes

I only wish

I was as important sometimes

[i-have-ink-for-blood]

TW Suicide

i’m really depressed and writing really helps.

How long until they realize?

That I lie on my floor dead

Two days, three?

Is it the unanswered texts

The stench under the door?

Would it even affect anyone

Do they take a break from their lives?

How long do they grieve?

Two days? Three?

Theyd get over me eventually

How many months to forget my absence

Two months, three?

I won’t swallow. hang. jump. cut.

No matter my feelings

No matter their lack of them

[imdrowning-imnotokay]

[whispofcreativity]

No.1: Daily Observations

Every day, I see crows. I admire their intellect, especially compared to some other birds, who fly into windows, thinking there was none. And I feel jealousy for their intellect compared to their peers, their ability to do what others like them cannot.

Every day, I see trees and flowers. I admire their persistent beauty, especially compared to the ugly buildings always being repaired around them. And I feel jealousy for their ability to look stunning at all times, with nothing besides their natural beauty.

Every day, I see people, old and young alike. I admire the fact that they seem confident, and like they know what they're doing, especially compared to me, looking like my life is falling apart, and any question would shatter me into a crying mess. And I feel jealousy for their ability to keep their lives together... Or their ability to pretend like it is.

Every day, I see the bridge near my school. It has held up over the years, through repair after repair, always there. Never being allowed to fall by the people around it. It reminds me of myself, struggling to stay standing, yet never being allowed to fall. Not by the people around me, not by myself. But I feel no jealousy for the bridge, being repaired whenever it falters.

I feel empathy, for it, like myself, not being allowed to fall. No matter what.

[imonlyherewhenimsad]

styrofoam cups

I want to cut so much deeper life is a blur of lights and sounds distorted by tunnel vision and sound proof glass DISSOCIATION I need to cut so much deeper what’s the fucking point running around one place to the other aimlessly and without purpose NIHILISM I will cut so much deeper when the blood pools around my feet I can see again the purpose to live to teeter on the edge of death BLEEDING

[sasa-slayer]

Self-Destruct for fun

... Just kidding, it’s punishment

For punishing

Myself.

What a hypocritical, self-induced hell.

I know how to feel better, but I don’t feel like it.

Don't try to quote me on that-

It’s nothing poetic.

In fact, its quite ugly

Some say it's bad decisions or a choice

Professionals call it depression

But actually, she is an old friend of mine.

When I was younger, she caressed me when I cried

When I fought to breathe, she filled my lungs with tar, so I didn't have to try.

Now, she wraps me in the familiarity of her darkness

When life gets hard.

I wish she would leave me, but I’m scared to be alone.

[syoevergreen36]

Whispers

So softly I whisper in your ear,

So softly you do not realize who is here.

So softly I tell you what to do,

What to think, and what to feel.

And you listen.

Deep in your dreams you run from me,

But it is I who hold you down,

I am the one who has you running in place,

Fleeing from the monsters, 

And keeping you in place. 

I am the monster's who creep in your room.

I am the shadows in the night, the darkness, the void.

I am the creak from the closet, and the bump in the hall.

I am the nightmares that plage your nights, and haunt your days.

I am that the little voice of doubt, the one that always calls out, 

And I am the one who tells you that you can not,

I am the fear, and the shadows and doubt.

In a place of perfect  darkness, so cool and so calm, 

That is where I am, wating, and waiting for you to trip up 

So fear me, fear me because that is what I am

I am your fears and your doubts

[eatbluecookies]

I solve my mental health issues by attacking fragile male egos online

[screaming-inntoo-thevoiid]

[charzeewrites]

It's okay to not be okay.

Everybody has their days.

Losing one battle doesn't mean you lost the war.

[florifer]

will i always be this angry?

[missinyouiskillingme]

[i-have-ink-for-blood]

sometimes i wonder if i’m capable of feeling, but tonight there’s this deep sadness. instead of crying i smoked a joint and watched 3 hours of tv. so the question is. am i incapable or do i just not allow myself to feel? how do you get past that? how do i allow myself the emotion without getting burned? do i just set myself on fire?

[eccedentesiast-skies]

You’ve grown into someone who would have protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.