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justasadpoet · 2 years

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Is this it?

My head is pounding,

My heart is going too fast

I try to focus on your voice

“Shes gone”

This can’t be real,

I refuse to believe it

She can’t be gone

My mom screams

Holding on to her for deal life

Begging her to come back

Nanny sands outside the room staring her,

Her daughter,

Her baby

Dead.

The doctor stood with us,

Hearing us sob

Scream

And beg for him to save her.

There was nothing he could do

Her corpse laid on the bed

I wish we could trade places.

She deserved to live

Why did she have to die?

No one talked on the ride home.

Amie played her favorite songs

We cried

The music drowning out our sorrows

It’s been over a year

Since she took her last breath

Since we buried my aunt

My moms sister

My nanny’s child

My uncles wife

My heart hurts

My eyes are still puffy from the tears.

Yet life goes on

We can’t live in that moment forever

Eventually we must move on.

-L.C.T 9/27/22 1:04pm

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ssanjanawrites · 9 months

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‼️TW‼️ this is a metaphor for the depths of depression and mental state issues. I suffered a lot of mental state during my school years and struggled to understand anything. I felt out of my mind and was only in the darkness. I felt like I wasn’t there mentally and was alone in a black hole. And if you ever feel that way, u can talk to me whenever u can or when I am free; I can help in any way that I can and will be a guide and a shoulder to cry on.

#mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthmatters #mentalhealthpoetry #depression #depressionpoems #sadgirl #sadgirlpoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #fyp #foryoupage

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shewritestheyread · 11 months

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Depression

It brings the loneliness in with the tide

It buries me in the sand

The rage of water fills my lungs

I am a drift and drowning

#poems #poetry #poems about depression #deppresionpoems #depressionpoems #depressionpoetry #depression poetry #poetry about trauma

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travelwithmestranger · 1 year

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One Love: Prose/ Poetry Prompts and Collaborations. Please Read Carefully- 💜 Open Invitation to One and All in one of a kind Collaboration Event intended to Lift, Spread Hope and change the 'Me' dynamics on IG. 💜 Event details: Simply select one Prose/ Poetry out of the 14. Complete it as poem/ prose/ story and post in comments (Multiple entry allowed) 💜 Kindly keep it under 2 pages including my prose/ poetry. If word limit in comments exceeds, then DM. 💜 Heart the post. Spread the word. Tag your favourite poets and budding writers. No Follows required unless you feel like joining. 💜 Completed Prose/ Poetry will be posted in Collaboration with the Writer/ Poet, Boosted and Featured. 💜 Feel free to use 'February prompts' by the following Amazing Poetry communities in your submissions @poetrysupportbybt @sgreggwrites @weepingiva @nataliecarrpoetry @mlhmusings @rhymesofpeg @prosetrybyr @poeticreveries_ . . . . . . #collaborations #travelwithmestranger #poetrycollaboration #prosepoetry #storytellersociety #lyricist #newpoetspotlight #newpoetsociety #poetrycollab #poetsupportingpoet #writersupportingwriters #authorssupportingauthors #authorshelpingauthors #writerslift #poetslift #depressionpoems #februraryprompts #newpoet #buddingpoet #mentalhealthawareness #writingismyfreedom #writingismytherapy #poetryismytherapy #selfhealing #selflovethreads #writersandpoets #globalpoetcult #globalwriters #mentalhealthpoetry #bloggercommunity (at ONE LOVE) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coal5JIhLgK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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introspectivelyrical · 1 year

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just a sweet lil haiku for "haiku monday" (which is a tradition i totally just made up lol) 💖 follow my other socials 💖

#haiku #haikupoetry #handwritten #handwrittenpoetry #handwriting #writing #poetry #poet #lgbtpoet #neurodivergentpoet #adhdpoet #poem #poems #haikus #haikumonday #haikumondays #depressionpoems #introspectivelyrical

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giannavaleriana · 2 years

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Cigarette

And after every fight he'd tell me to leave and to go smoke a cigarette From lucky strikes to Marlboro lights or even golden beach He wished the worst on me He wished me gone He snapped at me for any little reason Constantly raising his voice For him there was no pleasing. I'd blame it on myself I'd blame it on the job I'd blame it on whatever the current obstacle was I'd blame it on my sole existence I know I am kind I know I am true My character is decided yet tender But all I would give were excuses Excuses I'd receive so often that I'd started to just accept the behavior. It was no long one sole incident of strange behavior, It became a series of actions on a repeated circuit. A circuit that had no intentions of breaking. So strong and quick to hold all of the bad ways. His high dangerous voltage has burnt me out. I find myself cast away. That electric spark that once mesmerized me ... Now it be the electric chair personally binded for me. three years time and I've slowly lost the best of me, My one true love became the sudden death of me. And I died an agonizing death, slowly and then all at once. Not a single tear he shed, the value of my life had been lost when we wed.

A single cigarette became my death sentence,

a self soothing gradual end to a painful existence.

Yet this pain was from a sickness called love.

A love that would light my lungs on fire & burn my body & soul to the ground

A love that would one day no longer be found.

A cold, lifeless heart, tar-filled and withered with sorrows gone still.

Forever we promised.

Eternal suffering.

#poetry depression artisticexpression darkpoetry darkacademia poet depressionpoems shortstory sadpoetry womenspoetry marriage #suffering

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skiny-devill · 3 years

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im

just

so

exhausted.

#anorecca #anorecik #anorektyczki #depressiv #sorry for being depressing #depressionpoem

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patheticlesbianwriter · 4 years

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What's next

Three years ago

It all changed.

My body was no longer my own to control.

The head jerking and shouting exhausting me at every moment

Every day.

But

I could handle it.

I still had hope.

Two and a half years ago

It got worse.

My body was almost under control

But my mind was not.

I was exhausted,

Sad,

Unmotivated.

But still,

I had hope.

I got meds,

Fantastic meds that worked great!

A few side effects, yes.

But brilliant meds,

I was myself again.

Then the treatment came,

Exposure therapy.

Not a lot of sessions,

But still

One of the hardest things I've ever done.

When I think back at it

I see that it was unnecessary.

My life would've been harder if I hadn't done it,

But I wish I'd just enjoyed that happy year.

It was a bumpy ride

But

I still had some hope left.

One and a half year ago

My meds stopped working.

Getting help took six months,

Three months of waiting.

Waiting for an opening,

Then

Three more months of trying to figure out what was wrong.

No treatment

Just screening

They didn't figure it out

They still don't know.

I barely remember those six months

Six months of my life

Gone from my memory

For good.

But I finally got my treatment,

New meds.

They don't work as well as the old ones

And the side effects are just as bad.

I had no hope

It had been too long

Too much.

Always a new challenge when the previous one was overcome.

After a while

I got better.

But then,

Another challenge arose

My battle was no longer with my mind

But my thoughts.

Thoughts refusing to go away,

No matter how little sense they made.

I spent a few months dealing with that,

I can't remember how,

Or exactly how long.

My memory is hazy,

But

I somehow overcame that aswell.

Then,

Half a year ago,

When I finally had my mind and my thoughts somewhat under control,

My body started acting up again.

Several weeks of painful movements,

Stares from people at school,

Comments from teachers

And the exhaustion.

Somehow I got through that too.

It passed,

Like everything else.

Then the schools closed.

All my routines where broken,

Having to stay at home with my family,

Not being able to see my friends.

It was bad again.

My moods came in waves,

Changing as quickly as the ocean.

They still don't know what's wrong with me,

But it changes

A lot.

Now

I'm better,

Stable,

But still dependant on meds

And oh so very tired.

I don't know what my next challenge will be

But,

I'm fairly sure

There will be one.

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staywildmoonchildsblog · 4 years

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This is the first poem I've ever written.

@diaryofamoonchild

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perfectly-beautifully-distressed · 4 years

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Depression poem

I feel like I am slowly fading away,

My mental state has been declining,

Everyday I feel like crying,

I can't control the feelings deep inside,

I can't breathe, my chest is tight, my heart aches,

My shoulders feel a weight that cannot be explained,

My mind holds this guilt that cannot be defined,

I don't know what to do anymore to deal with this burden inside of me.

I just want to feel like me again. I want to feel alive, I don't want to feel like dying.

But this pain inside makes me wish that I wasn't alive, It's so hard to get through each day.

The thing that keeps me going is the small ounce of faith that I have left in me, that one day I won't feel this pain.

But the longer I live with this, the more faith and hope is depleted.

I don't know how much longer I can keep on going, I feel so tired of fighting this battle.

#depressionpoem #depression #mentalillness #sad #depressed #mentalhealth #mental disorder #poems #writing #poetry

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gritandgracepoetry · 4 years

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I am one with this empty bed,

Washed over with existential dread

For the sake of all that is holy.

I just want long nights with someone to hold me,

I am but a weeping willow holding onto this cold, damp pillow.

I am nothing without validation,

Condemnation of the sharp tongue,

That becons me and fills me with love.

Not all who wander are lost,

But who am I and what is the cost,

To bring this emptiness as a burden

And when will it be over and closed to a curtain.

I have nothing left.

#grief poem #poems of tumblr #sad #mentalhealthpoem #lovepoem #depressionpoem

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justasadpoet · 2 years

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Him

He smiled at me from afar

I felt my heart skip a beat

My cheeks flushed

His smile- man.

It can make anyone fall in love.

Don’t let that face fool you.

He hits hard.

Not just with his smile

But with his hands

My body is covered in welts

The inside of thighs are covered in bruises.

The marks from knees became a constant reminder.

He is stronger

He is more powerful.

My friends say how lucky I am.

“He’s so sweet”

“Gentle”

“Calming”

If only they knew,

That behind closed doors he's different.

he’s ..

Scary

A monster,

By the time I finally got away,

My legs and arms were scared.

My head was messed up.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Panic Disorder

Major Depressive Disorder.

But I'm lucky right?

The devil slept in my bed

But I’m lucky right?

My body is covered in hidden scars.

But I’m lucky right?

Why does no one believe me?

Is it because he’s hot?

Is that really it?

The devil is hot.

So I must be lying right?

-L.C.T 9/27/2022 1:23PM

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agrainofnothing · 5 years

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There’s nothing special about you dear.

You should have realized that after all this time.

You are weak and broken,

Can’t even see the kindness in people now.

And isn’t that just the saddest?

How your parents whisper they love you,

And all you hear is hatred.

“We are so proud of you.”

We wish you would just disappear.

“Bring a light to our life.”

Such a disappointment.

My, oh my.

Will you ever be loved?

No, oh no.

It doesn’t appear so.

So why don’t you do us all a favor

And make yourself useful for once,

Just go away.

Such a weak and fragile thing,

How did you survive this far?

One step into this world

And you won’t be a problem anymore.

#depressionpoem #depression

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travelwithmestranger · 1 year

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Letters In Red (Explained in Caption) Using Sea, twin, rough, chance, health my prompts for the 24Hrs writing challenge by @poetrysupportbybt . I have compared 'Depression' to two things. A feeling of being drowned in a Sea and no possibility of being rescued. Second, a game which you don't choose to play and yet you find yourself in it. And then, you either lose or win. I didn't. But, I hope the one reading this, does. Please don't overwork. Don't overstress. And remember to Take Care of your health. Love. @travelwithmestranger . . . Took chance On health. Neither prayers Nor wealth Could rescue me Drowning This Sea: Apology, Everyone I loved I was rough. Letting you go Couldn't know This Game I Wouldn't win Depression, The Darkness's twin. . . . . . . . #24hrbybt #travelwithmestranger #rhymingpoetry #alliteration #deathpoetry #darkpoetrycommunity #darkpoetryhouse #darkliterature #writingprompt #dailypoetry #poetryprompt #limerick #suicidesilence #prompts #risingpoet #darkwords #mentalhealthpoetry #mentalhealthadvocate #mentalhealthissues #readpoetryprompts #bymepoetryasia #depressionkills #depressionpoems #depressionpoetry #poetry_addicts #mental_health #shortpoem #shortpoetry #poetryfeature (at Mental health is wealth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnsY0tIBPDh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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darciemae1121 · 5 years

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Poetry helps me release the tension I feel, but I often refrain from writing anything deep because the subjects that I want to write about take me so far down the rabbit hole. The the emotions I feel engulf me, and I fear they'll ruin the good day I'm having. I didn't let that stop me today. I decided to write, knowing I was at work and I'd probably end up in tears. I own my emotions, they do not own me. I think I'm off to a good start, I'm not sure if I love the rhyming repetition or hate it. I'm hoping to express the ways I feel so that I can finally feel like I'm not in a hurricane of emotions. * * * #poetry #writing #depression #art #wisdom #stressrelief #rhyming #motif #english #poem #depressionpoem #mentalhealth https://www.instagram.com/p/B06ZGf7HKFy/?igshid=1o02hhi24muzp

#poetry #writing #depression #art #wisdom #stressrelief #rhyming #motif #english #poem #depressionpoem #mentalhealth

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positivevibesonlyyy · 5 years

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I expel pain at insignificant moments. Walking down a grocery store aisle and welling up with tears as I watch a woman examine the ripeness of an apple. Sobbing in my chair at the beauty parlour until the lady that threaded my eyebrows offers me a free facial massage out of pity. I am all quivering lips and wobbling shoulders.

Excerpts from a book I’ll never write

#anxiety #socialanxiety #pain #depression #depressionpoem #crying #crier #mentalhealth #mentalillness #SpokenWordpoetry #short poem #spilledink #spilled words #emotionalabuse #emotional instability #sadness #depressed #excerptfromabookillneverwrite

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