Depression

• by Emma Vaughn
• 6 years ago

I can relate to this poem because all of my close family members tell me I eat my feelings when I feel low, but they just tell me to stop. They tell me I need to know when enough is enough, so when I was 16 I started cutting because of some family issues with my dad and my step-mom. I only stopped because I promised friends. Now that it’s 2018, I can feel the depression and my panic attacks coming back because of something I did, and I lost one of my good friends. I can tell my guy friend slipping from me, and it hurts because he told me he cared for me and that he was starting to fall for me, but he has a girlfriend. I guess that doesn’t matter to him. Now I don’t know what to do. I’m scared, and I’m starting to eat more and hide away in my room. I sleep more because that’s my escape. My parents don’t think I need to talk to anyone; they think I’m fine and there’s nothing wrong with me, but I know there it and it won’t stop.

• by Gabby Akers
• 7 years ago

I love your poem. I'm a teen girl battling depression and eating disorders, and it makes me smile to see a poem that conveys my feelings in such a raw way. It often seems like nobody sees how much I'm struggling to smile despite my feelings.

• by Laura A. Amabel
• 7 years ago

I really love your poem. I am a teenage girl who has struggled with self-harm and eating disorders, and the raw way this poem has been written really resonates with me.

• by Jess, England
• 12 years ago

I was diagnosed with depression over a year ago and have been self harming for just under two years. I'm 13 years old and have previously been addicted to alcohol and weed. I'm still trying to stop smoking tobacco and trying to stop cutting. In my life so far I've been sexually, physically and emotionally abused by people I loved. I recently got beaten up while I was alone, going to meet a friend. My friend left me there to get hurt. I'm on medication and have been for about 2 months and it is working in some ways but not in others. I still get really angry and upset and anxious and I still want to die, I still hate myself and feel so bad about nothing. I've attempted suicide several times, some leaving physical scars, some only emotional. Point is, life's hard and especially with a mental illness but you will get through it eventually. I'm getting there, slowly.

• by Rikki
• 12 years ago

I know what it's like to take medicine but nothing changes because the medicine cant change people around you and your situation, I don't even know what it's for. Same with eating disorders and cutting.