Frustration, anxiety, and depression are what we all face from time to time. Unfortunately, life is sometimes tough, and the secret is to live through all problems, to find the strength to continue your own battles. But how to live when it seems that everything is lost? If you’re in a depression, you don’t have to blame yourself, you just need to survive this. There’s no shame in giving yourself some time for recovery and looking for some support in poems or quotes. We’ve selected the deepest poems on depression that will help you express your feelings and thoughts.
Deep Depression Poems that Make You Cry
There’s nothing bad in tears. The feeling of hopelessness and loneliness inevitably leads to crying, and it actually makes us feel a little better. The trick is to express your emotion, even when nobody sees that you’re in pain. Overcoming depression is not an easy task, and maybe the poems written by the people who feel the same will help you understand that you are not the only one soldier on this war.
How could I be so lost
In a place I know so well?
How could I be so broken
In a family so together?
How could I be so lonely
Surrounded by so many?
How could I be so unhappy
Surrounded by so much beauty?
How could I be me
When even I remain a mystery?
The problem with my life is that it was someone else idea
Someone stole my mind and wrote my own stories
With the ink of my tears
And the emotions I fear
Hurt and pain.
There’s much to gain.
Peace and love.
It’s all the same.
Confusion and doubt.
We’re not without.
We weep, we cry.
We plead, we try.
We laugh, we smile.
Only to be hurt
By one last trial.
Life is a lesson,
So learn it well.
Maybe one day
You can tell is tale.
All of the memories came crashing
in like a wave
I reached my arms out to
grab them
to catch them
and hold them close
but I ended up drowning…
Depression is here every day
and it never goes away
go away! I yell into the dark
as if someone is there….
Famous Poems about Depression
Nobody’s safe from being alone and depressed. Just think of all the famous people who seem to have everything from the love of people to fortune – that doesn’t save them from suffering. There’s no life without pain, and poetic metaphors describe this injustice most beautifully.
Depression is not an object
Nor is to be romanticized.
Depression is wanting to harm yourself mentally.
It’s wanting to wreck yourself emotionally
And physically into oblivion.
Depression is light nights and dark mornings
And days when it’s too tiring to even think.
Most of all, depression is not you.
You are not depression and it does not define your being.
C.Winters
There is a rat
I call Depression
Inside me,
Eating at my innards.
The pain goes to my throat
So I am choking on my tears
My tears of blood.
Would that I could
Write of something else,
Would that I could.
And I am so very tired
If I could only end it all
Looking at words on the page
That reflect back to me
My misery.
And where am I?
Babbin
Silly little girl
Don’t fool yourself
They’ve seen your scars
Just don’t want to help
Little do they know
How much could change
With three little words
Are you okay?
Let it hurt.
Let it bleed.
Let it heal.
And let it go.
Gill
Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don’t try to convince me that
There’s something good in every day
Because, when you take a closer look
This world is a pretty evil place.
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.
Really Sad Poems about Depression
Probably, the worst thing about depression is that people usually try to hide it. We want our closest ones to notice that we’re in pain without demonstrating it, and let’s face the truth – this rarely happens. Still, you can always give them a hint by posting one of the dark but beautiful poems about depression that will show them that you’re feeling down. Don’t hesitate to ask for help when you really need it.
The worst kind of pain
Is the kind you feel in your soul
It slowly devours everything
And weights you down
Until you can’t move
It hurts more than any burn
Any bruise
Any scar
Because it can’t heal
No matter what you do
It’s always there inside you
But no one can see it.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you.
But the roses have witted.
And the violets are dead.
The sugarbowl’s empty.
And my wrists are stained red.
I am a paradox.
I am neither happy.
Nor am I sad.
I smile at pretty things,
And laugh at funny things.
But late at night I become a mess of emotions and thoughts
And I wish I could just disappear.
I seem happy, right?
You see no cuts on my wrists
Only the smile on my lips
You hear me laugh, you see me smile
But did you take time to look in my eyes?
Did you see the emptiness, the darkness?
Did you check my hips?
Darling, if you only opened your eyes, you could see
I was dying inside.
The bleeding will stop
The wounds will heal
The scars will form
And all of your problems will still not be fixed.
Beautiful Sad and Depressing Poetry
Although depression can’t be called a good state of mind and soul, there’s something beautiful in it. Sadness gave humanity a lot of wonderful novels, artworks, and, of course, heart-breaking yet very touching poems, and we’ve selected the best ones for you.
She smiles, I cry.
She is outgoing, I am shy.
She loves, I am alone.
She is amazing, I am unknown.
She is beautiful, I am a mess.
She is happy, I am depressed.
My mask is perfect:
She hides me.
Tomorrow is a glass
Half full
With thoughts of yesterday,
And tomorrow I will fill it full
With thoughts of today.
I won’t dare drink it.
I’ll simply watch it overflow
As a stranger tries to give me
Thoughts of tomorrow.
Tonight I am sad
Tonight I am lonely
The demons are screaming
And I need you to hold me.
Why do people gossip and judge others?
The truth is bitter and sad
but it’s something people won’t dare fathom
for they have their own cup of sufferings
and a deep abyss created by a sense of lack
secretly they derive joy and satisfaction
that in misery they are not all alone
they aren’t the only ones carrying this sack
of emptiness and sorrow..
So in an attempt to judge others
they try to fill up their hearts that are hollow..
The willow tree weeps
During the winter months
Just like my broken heart.
Let me paint my pain in charcoal markings
So she sees my suffering.
My day
Is ash grey
The night is too long
These words are wrong
There’s nothing good to say
As I lay down to rest
No dreams come, it’s for the best…
Daylight comes, boredom too
Why’d I bother to get up so soon?
Could this be a better day…
Depressing Poems about Life
A lot of beautiful, inspiring words were said about life. It really gives us a lot of wonderful moments, it’s different, it’s beautiful, and it’s indescribable. However, we can’t ignore the fact that it doesn’t consist from happy moments only. Sometimes we face difficulties and problems that seem unsolvable, sometimes we feel bad for no reasons, and sometimes our hearts are broken. In such situations, it seems that there’s no way out. That’s what these poems are telling about.
I’m scared of all those voices
Inside my head
They scream to hell
They could bring me to death
I can’t let them win
But I’m just so tired
So tired of this life
So tired to fight
I just want to let go
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
And sink into unconsciousness
After all
Wasn’t I born to die?
Just because
My eyes don’t tear
Doesn’t mean
My heart doesn’t cry.
And just because
I come off strong
Doesn’t mean
There’s nothing wrong.
Life moves on,
Line a lake;
Always flows,
No obstruction can halt;
Sustains all hurdles;
Endures pain and sad;
Yet finds way to move,
Non can stop.
I am losing on life on the whole.
I am losing the voice of my soul.
I am losing the meaning which mattered.
I am losing on the promises which shattered.
I am losing on the life this way.
That I have nothing left to say.
I am losing on the life this way!
Echoes all around us;
The tangible departs.
Illusions flash before us;
A pain pervades our hearts.
Being Depressed Poems
Being depressed is like a personal hell. Why personal? Because everything that surrounds you seems pretty normal, people laugh, flowers are blooming, the sun is shining brightly, but this doesn’t matter when you’re suffering. Moreover, it makes the mood even worse, making you ask yourself “Why they are so happy while I’m in pain?” The only thing you should remember is that depression is not forever and that you’re not alone in your battle. A lot of people all over the world face similar problems, and these poems are another proof of that.
It’s sad
Knowing that
I love others
More than
I love myself;
I hate to see others
In pain,
But when it comes to me,
I’m fine.
Depression is running through my head.
These thoughts make me think of death,
A darkness which blanks my mind.
A walk through the graveyard, what can I find?
Black shadows walk in between the graves.
How many lives have not been saved?
Dealing with the dangers of life,
Each day alone through stress and strife.
Praying to God to sort it out,
Remembering what brought it about.
Everyday in lives tough test,
Securing a future nevertheless.
Seeing its secrets and letting them go,
In the life itself and the world we know.
Only thinking that maybe someday.
Nice thing will happen like peace we pray.
Lately
I haven’t been
Feeling well
And I’m sorry if
I don’t smile as much
I’m sorry if
My word hurt a bit more
I’m sorry if
You don’t like how I do things
And
I’m sorry if
Instead of hurting myself
The way I used to
I am hurting you instead
It’s hard to scream
Without my voice
Now I can’t cry for help
Now I have to wait
For someone to see me trying.
The moon split in half
And the stars crumbled,
Falling like fireworks
Into the sea.
I watched my world
Fall apart the day
My love left me.
Short Poems about Depression
There are plenty of reasons why depression hunts us down. Broken heart mistrusts, and, of course, problems at work and at home can make us feel depressed. Still, even now it seems that the sky is always grey, everything will change soon. There’s nothing bad in suffering and self-pity, just don’t let it go too long.
Your eyes don’t seem so bright.
They’ve lost their shining light.
Your smile,
It was the perfect style.
So elegant and right;
Now it’s been pulled tight.
Your face looks gone,
Like when humanity’s last breath is drawn.
Most days I find it hard to look in the mirror.
At times, I convince myself that nobody would miss me
If I were gone.
My scars tell stories that I wish I could keep
To myself.
I’m not dead
But I’m not alive
I’m not living
I’m just trying to survive.
If someone does not want me
It is not the end of the world
But
If I do not want me
The world is nothing but
Endings.
We live in a world
Of monsters and men
Where men are different
Kind of monsters themselves.
