41. Broken
I am broken,
But nobody picks up the pieces.
I'm falling,
But nobody catches me.
I am broken,
But nobody picks up the pieces.
I'm falling,
But nobody catches me.
This poem is really touching. It describes how a depressed person feels. When you look at the world, it seems like you are alone because no one understands you.
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You think you understand me?
I can hear you speak, you see?
You go on about my perfect life.
God I've never found a poem or any piece that could describe exactly how I feel before THIS. It felt like I was reading my own work. Now I know I'm not alone. Keep writing! :)) xx
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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!
The yells,
yells and screams,
unwanted dreams,
I'm never wanted,
Even when I am alone, I feel this way. I have scars on my wrist from the times I couldn't take the pain of living with people who tell you you're not good enough. that no matter what you do...
I live within the present,
But am stuck within the past.
I look toward the future,
With hopes that never last.
Imagine an endless darkness
where the air is filled with pain,
where there are endless cries of torture,
where good is always in vain.
People think that I have it all,
But they know nothing, nothing at all.
So now I laugh to hide my tears,
The tears that I gain from my fears.
How is it I cry all night,
Yet you still believe everything is all right?
How can you not see my pain
When it is clearer than the rain?
I see a girl
Only 15 years
It's a teenager
With eyes full of tears
I'm living in a world of pain.
I'm living a world of hurt.
I'm living in a world of sorrow.
Hiding behind a wall,
I sit here wondering why I still breathe,
When pain consumes me and I'm dying.
You were supposed to be my support,
The one to hold me, not leave me alone.
Love is a four letter word,
that makes your heart sore.
You think you're in love,
So many tears no one can see,
So many people I'm supposed to be.
So many problems with no one to listen,
The rain is pouring down again,
And for that she thanks God.
Maybe it will wash away the burning stain
That's hurting her heart tonight.
I feel like I'm falling, dying inside.
Wish I could tell you, wish in you I could confide.
Tell you exactly how bad I feel,
How reality fails to be real,
Your crimson tears stay flowing,
But your singing voice stays calm,
It's like you're catching raindrops,
They keep their shape while resting in your palms.
Flashbacks run through my mind
My hands find their way to my hair
They grab, pull, scratch
"STOP IT!" I try to scream