Depression is a monster
That destroys both heart and soul.
It tortures without mercy
And consumes its victim whole.
It cripples and disables,
Making life too hard to cope.
It can make each day a nightmare
And leave a person without hope.
Some people feel this sadness
From the time that they are young,
And believe that they are different
And can't be loved by anyone.
It's reinforced by parents
Too depressed themselves to care
For that child they're supposed to love,
But instead forget is there.
Depression can be nurtured
Through violence and neglect
And fists used only to degrade
And words used to reject.
It's hidden in those bullies
Who torture and demean,
Who use their words like weapons
To destroy all self-esteem.
It's fueled by those substances,
That are used to help escape.
From that endless pain depression brings
And that unbearable heartache.
It can cause someone to just give up,
To lose all strength to fight.
It can annihilate one's very soul
And make them take their life.
Yes, Depression is a vulture
That will make anyone its prey.
There is no one who deserves it,
And there is no one to blame.
We don't need to make a judgment,
But we need to be aware
That those who suffer through this pain
Just need the world to care.
Depression Is A Monster
My Dear Malainse, I am sobbing right now! Your words have both broke and filled my heart. Let me share with you, you have touched my life so much and lifted my spirits clear to the sky. I...
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Patricia A Fleming
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Published by Family Friend Poems August 2019 with permission of the Author.
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Started writing at an early age and kept journals over the years. After retiring in 2016, wrote primarily poetry every day. This site is the best of all and I am still so grateful to have found it. There are some immensely talented writers on here.
I have not been writing quite as often lately but I keep my hand in it. My other hobbies include...
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Dear Lillian,
I am troubled by how many people have responded to this poem by describing how badly they feel. I have been depressed my whole life and tried many methods to feel better and while some have worked for a time, ultimately I'd fall again. But now that I'm older, I've realized that my knowing what pain really is made me a much more compassionate person. I worked as a social worker with the mentally ill and while I could often identify with a patient's feelings of sadness and be able to help them, other members of the Team had no clue and little sympathy. I believe in God and thought maybe I could help more than others. I was a social worker for 36 years and loved it. I believe maybe this life may never suit people like us but maybe it's because we are here to help other people which makes us very special. Know how special you are and reach out to others. Let them know you understand and it's not their fault, so many need that. You are a such a gift in God's eyes.