1. I'm Tired
Analysis of Form and Technique
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
Depression has become an epidemic amongst the teen population. Some of its prevalence can be blamed on hormonal changes as a teenager matures. However, a primary trigger for depression in teenagers is sadness felt as a result of struggling to get to know one's self and new intense feelings which are being felt for the first time.
Analysis of Form and Technique
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
I lived in an abusive household for the first nine years of my life. Suffering sexual assault, beatings, starvation, all at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect me. When I was...
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It's hard when you're always lying,
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.
Thanks for writing this touching poem! I have struggled my way through so many things that nobody ever cared to ask me about. I had a very troubling childhood and I still suffer from it. The...
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If I showed my true colors, what would society think?
Would they laugh, show pity, or read the ink?
I'm exhausted from smiling every single day
I love this poem. It touches every emotion you feel when you’re depressed. I have suffered from depression for a long time and have been hiding behind a mask. I go to school every day with a...
There is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.
Hi Kaylee,
You have no idea how much help your poem, your expression of your own pain, is bringing to all these other people who share in how you feel. Writing and poetry were always a way...
People say chin up,
But I just feel like giving up.
People say smile and it will all go away,
But I feel like crying each day.
I stumble trying to speak. My mind talks to me. I'm alive but not present in my life. I try to say, "I'm fine," but I'm never truly fine. I like to be alone so I can bare my thoughts, but...
I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing.
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Yeah, I know depression sucks. I put on a mask, and when I get home I break down, wanting to die. It hurts going through school pretending to be okay, and when someone asks if you're okay,...
You don't understand,
you never do.
I try to explain,
but I can't get through to you.
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss. I, too, lost my father in an accident, so I guess I can relate in some way.. But I'm not claiming to completely understand how you feel. Only you know...
What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
When you're tired of living and playing this game?
When you know your life is meaningless and you're the only one to blame?
Sadly, nowadays that's how a good bit of the world's population describes how they feel and the thoughts on their emotional state about their life in general. It's sad. It's NOT you it's...
She took a deep breath.
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted me to be.
I love this poem, truly touching. It's painfully frustrating how many poems of depression ends up suddenly hopeful or slightly better, always out on a 'good' note where they end up feeling...
Analysis of Form and Technique
You see a smile on the outside,
But that's all you can see.
What if tears run down my face on the inside?
This is my poem of the day because I feel the same way. My boyfriend and I were going through drama, and he think it's okay for him not to say how I feel about it, but it hurts me deep inside...
I slit my wrist to erase the pain.
you look at me and think I'm insane.
My eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
This touched me deeply. My brother was murdered by his great uncle at the age of 15. He was also molested by him. His great uncle tried to make it look like he killed himself. I was 13 at the...
Nobody knows how different I am
The outside of me is not afraid
Not full of pain, or even ashamed
I smile and all of those ignorant fools believe
Death, pain, sorrow, these are the things that most of us know. Very few of us know what true love is like or have even had a first kiss, yet we've all felt pain, or is it just me who feels...
My world is falling, crumbling apart,
life is meaningless, and that's just the start.
My heart's so sore, I can feel it breaking,
I am the parent of a 16 year old son who took his own life. Please hear me out. You're not alone. You should tell someone. We parents care more than you know. When a teen takes their life, it...
Shattered soul, tattered mind.
The way back is what I hope to find.
Broken dreams lost without a trace.
Lately I've been feeling a little out of place.
Everyone is beautiful. I'm sorry if something made you feel like you weren't. I can connect with the poem for reasons I don't care to name, but I'm glad you said something. I can't convince...
I smile and laugh wildly, having fun with my friends.
They don't know what huge lie I have to pretend.
To my friends, I'm the funny girl who's so full of life.
They don't know how many times I'd held a bloody knife.
They say "be happy." Do you really think I want to be happy? I do, but the cruel people in the world hate me. I try and try and try. But I always just let go. All my friends are so happy...
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,...
My story isn't as complex or as pain-filled as most of yours but i'm really happy that someone finally wrote a poem about self harm that explains that it's not a choice we make but rather a...
my room, dark black
my nightmares come back
my past, won't leave me
I need someone to free me
I can relate to this poem a lot. My best friend killed himself last year in December, and I regret not being a better friend because I feel like I could have saved him if I had tried hard...
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.
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...