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.
Griffith
Gracefully riposte this decaying situation, My Inebriated infatuation, Fueled dance with the macabre. In do haste I must protest, whilst in awhile I'll digest, These thoughtless thoughts I've thought, while I walk my crooked mile.
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.
a new story
what do you think of this? should i continue it? leave a comment! * * * _I used to be able to get it. Now it just feels like I'm a stranger again. I really want it to be just a phase, but it won't seem to go away when you grow up. The pain just seems...
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.
Succumbing
My dark side takes over i sit on my bed and tuck into isolation cry because no one is there i go downstairs and find scissors my arm refuses to bleed i spawn into immense panic attacks i go to bed wishing not to wake up once again succumbing to my depression