21. Happy Girl
When you look at me,
What do you see?
Do you glimpse a happy girl,
Or do you see the real me?
When you look at me,
What do you see?
Do you glimpse a happy girl,
Or do you see the real me?
Heart touching poem. I've suffered from severe depression since I was 12. I am 15 now, and I understand how it feels. It might be different as well. Most presume males don't go through this,...
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I have a secret.
It tears me apart
Each and every day,
Making its way to my heart.
I had a similar story to this. I suffer from depression myself. It’s all right to get emotional and let everything out. I’m still going through my depression. I have been for 12 years now,...
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She is happy and friendly,
People say every day.
Shy but happy,
And loving, they say.
My name is Cherzel. I'm turning 18 this year. I have been suffering with depression and anxiety for four years now - ever since my childhood best friend back-stabbed my family and my dad got...
Depression is not just sadness
It's an emotion of lonely and inner madness
It gives you thoughts of pain and loss
That other people don't give a toss
Wow, this poem was so... deep. It's just amazing, I can really relate to what you're saying. Keep your head up.
She couldn't help but realize
That she was slowly starting to change.
Maybe it was the look hidden in her eyes
Or her actions becoming so strange.
I can relate to you. My best friend was going through the same thing.
Sometimes it gets better.
Sometimes you heal.
Sometimes my eyes get wetter
Waiting for these scars to heal.
That is so amazing. It really touched me because I nearly killed myself because I used to self-harm I don't do it anymore, but sometimes I'm tempted, but I get through it and you will too!...
He whispered to her one day, Depression did.
She was just reading in her room when
He creeped up and whispered in her ear,
"No one loves you."
This is very well written. The message here can also be associated with any addiction. It's just how it works. You shut it out for ages, you struggle every day, then when you're not on your...
I know so many people,
But do they know me?
They recognize the face,
but that's all they ever see.
This really touched me because this describes me almost perfectly. I am someone who has to hide who I am, and there was only one person I didn't have to hide myself with. That person sadly...
What should I say, how should I feel?
Wretched Monster, tell me what's real.
Can you not see you're causing problems?
No matter what you do, you can't solve them.
I look in the mirror
See my past life
The scars so pronounced
from the blade of my knife
This reminds me of my best friend I've ever had. She saved me from myself, when I was going through a rough time. We made so many memories together.
But then I got bad again and I left her....
I lie in my bed, lost,
My soul covered with frost.
As I start to shiver,
My soul begins to wither.
Beautiful poem. Wow, I can tell you wrote this poem from your heart. I love it.
My eyes are heavy,
My mind is sore.
I don't think
I can take this anymore.
Darkness closes in around me
As I lay my head to sleep,
Thinking of the sadness that I weep.
Every tear shed is a fear forgotten.
I'm her, but I'm not. I am the one who walks in the halls with a smile and a giggle...but i'm not. The girl who was so sure of her future, the girl who would sneak the sun inside for a short...
I'm closed up ready to burst.
Every freakish thought tingles inside me.
My feelings want to escape but they live in silence.
They can't find a way to morph into words,
She is skillful at deceiving.
No one even has a clue.
Her pretty words are weaving
Throughout the souls of me and you,
Hey,
I understand how you feel. It's really sad when people don't notice. Sometimes, I need a hug, but there's no one to give me the hug, so, I hug myself and tell myself it's going to be...
Is anybody out there?
Is anybody listening?
The words from my mouth are silent,
But my tears scream your name.
To tell you the truth, I never thought that such people depressed like me exist. Well, my depression started when I started my high school. The cutting started, then came suicidal...
Slippery, sweet, syrupy words sticking in my brain
A lie
They won't go away no matter how much I try to send them back to where they came from
A lie
The burning hate,
so severe, everlasting,
the hate you take every day,
that you absorb,
I am very touched by this poem . I have favored it and I will show it to others if asked about depression. Thank you!
There is a girl
She used to live a lie
She used to cry
You wonder why
Picking seashells to put on sand castles
And swimming in the water near the shore
She's the happiest girl you've seen before
Always smiling, shining her light
This poem really hit home. It was very comforting in a way, knowing that I'm not the only one that feels this way. I could relate a lot to the words, especially "you think she's the happiest...