21. The Demons And Me
I got this feeling deep inside,
Not sadness or hatred, not even pride,
A blank spot on a map,
Where something used to be,
I got this feeling deep inside,
Not sadness or hatred, not even pride,
A blank spot on a map,
Where something used to be,
You are special. Yes, there always is someone to help you, but you are special. You are one who cannot be replaced. I may not know you, but I know when people feel unhappy or on the very last...
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I smile, I laugh, I joke around,
but my feelings no one has ever found.
They see me every day with a smile on my face,
but when I get back to this place
This is so relatable. People always think I'm happy all the time; they think I never feel pain and they try to never make me feel pain. The thing is, I already do. Whenever I do feel pain and...
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Life is a bitter sweet pill
I am forced to take against my will
Everyone trying to pull me
Back into so called reality
Life is fickle. So are we. All I could say is never lose hope, dear.
It is the darkest, deepest place one can travel to alone,
A solo journey filled with struggles and groans.
Every day is a new battle against the same foe,
But the enemy fights back with psychological blows.
This is an awesome poem! This is how I feel most days.
Emotions.
Do you feel them?
She was numb and frozen,
Yet it dimly sparkled like a dying gem.
When you feel empty and hollow, I feel like it's easy to feel alone. This poem helped me realize that I am not alone and that there are other people out there who struggle to feel again, who...
The hurt in my eyes is all that has to be said
Sometimes I know I'm better off dead
The pain is the only thing I can feel
Knowing it's the one thing that's real
This is so deep. I felt this in another level. I have the same exact feelings sometimes.
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look around all I can see
is darkness and pain...
I was abused even before birth by my dad's sisters and mom. When I turned 1, dad left this world. Me and mama were thrown out of home by my grandparents. We came to the home of mom's...
Glance, but don't stare.
You're not supposed to see the scars that I bear.
Don't listen, just speak.
Great couplets on the theme of depression and the rhymes are nicely done and for many this poem will be relatable so I'm sure your poem will connect with many readers. Thanks for sharing Ashley.
You might not understand it, you might just ask why
That all I want to do is just lay down and die.
I tried to get help; I tried to see the light,
Hey I had Depression and I looked to God and he delivered me and saved me, because through him anything is possible!
You've had those feelings... you wish your life was done.
You're broken, defeated, and overcome.
Each day more challenging than the last.
Moments of weakness...emotions consistently masked.
Beautiful. Starting with pessimistic feelings, ending optimistically. True.
Friends can change our lives for the better. Life is not to suffer, but to enjoy. How Is left to us to...
Sometimes I can't find the words
That fill my messy head.
Can't find the effort to smile
Or get out of my silly old bed.
Few words to explain me. Thanks, dear. You are not alone.
I suppose it's hard for some to understand.
This is not the way that I had planned.
I don't know how I've let myself get this way,
And sometimes feel like calling it a day.
This is a really good little fun sized poem the puts the darkness of the topic into a slightly lighter-hearted, almost depressingly whimsical feel. I really enjoyed it. Thank you.
When I look at myself, I see nothing good.
I see all the flaws that no one else should.
I wear a mask
To hide the pain
Hello Miriam, how are you doing? I hope everything is great. I'm 17 years old, a teenager just like you, and I can feel your poem because I experienced the self-hatred you are talking about...
I look deep into your eyes
but all I see are lies
where there was hurt and suffering
there's now a black hole of nothing
I've been dealing with depression for the past three years and suicide is a big thing for me. Thank you, this poem means a lot!
She may seem alive
But she's dead inside.
How can one live
When the important things died?
This hit me hard. This is exactly what I felt every day. Without my "friends" I had nothing to think about. I felt numb. With them I can't think about what's happening inside my head.
She looks in the mirror, and what does she see?
Something frail, broken, and unfree.
She sees the pain swollen in her eyes.
She sees the cuts she marked on her thighs.
This poem describes me. I wear a mask all the time, and I am depressed all the time and self-harm almost every day.
When I smile, deep inside I want to frown
When I laugh, deep inside I want to cry
When you look into my eyes
You think everything is all right
Totally the way I feel and seems like no one can see it or even understand it. Feels like I'm totally alone!
"Count to 10," they said,
"Deep breaths and it will pass,
because the feelings that consume you won't stay, and they won't last,"
but with each and every land mine that goes off within my head,
My head is not right today.
I have no idea why it's this way.
It switches from one thought to another.
Have you ever felt trapped behind metal bars,
Or watched all your cuts turn to scars?
Have you tried to escape the pain in your soul,
But you just couldn't seem to fit that hole?