In this brief guide, we are going to curate a list of poems about depression.

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Poems about depression 

“  Depression is being lonely in a room full of people

Depression is being constantly tired but never able to sleep

Depression is longing to be with others yet not being able to cope with company

Depression makes you lose your appetite and eat yourself fat

Depression is smiling to hide the pain inside

Depression is when the soul dies but the body keeps on living

Depression is forgetting who you used to be

Depression is not knowing if you could survive without it

Depression is being sad when nothing is wrong

Depression is not caring whether you live or die

Depression is having no interest in the things you used to love

Depression is lying awake for hours in bed at night contemplating the best way to kill yourself only to realise that you can’t be bothered.     “

“ “HE RESIGNS” BY JOHN BERRYMAN

Age, and the deaths, and the ghosts.

Her having gone away

in spirit from me. Hosts

of regrets come and find me empty.

I don’t feel this will change.

I don’t want anything

or person, familiar or strange.

I don’t think I will sing

anymore just now,

or ever. I must start

to sit with a blind brow

above an empty heart.       “

“ They don’t know how it feels

to awake every morning,

and all they can wonder is

why they had even awoken.

They don’t know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,

and put them back together

but still feel like they’re broken.

They don’t know how it feels

to say all that they can say,

and still feel like there’s more

but every word has been spoken.

They don’t know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,

and the only hope they have

is that their eyes will not open.      “

“    The Gray Chapter

THE GREY CHAPTER :-

I saw a bubble, went near burst up,

Dreams beautiful, tried to chase woken up.

Oceans of joy, dived in broken bones,

Dumber I got, smarter my phones.

Colorful clothes, wear and washed got darker,

Build and killed all, call myself smarter.

Perspective reversed, distant is large,

Visions beautiful, reality **** as discharge.

Oh! my long-lost friend peace, where were you?

I was there but behind desires in a queue.

Greater the bonds, higher the havoc on splitting,

Longer it got, difficult it was quitting.

Even the deer run from the beast,

I question, I stop, you call me escapist.

Days are getting darker, foggy the hopes of happiness,

Think of the running loop, eventually I catch the sickness.

– HRITHIK

      “

Poems about depression

“   Depression is like a wave pulling you further in

You don’t feel up to facing anyone or anything

Depression is a huge emphasis on feeling sad and low

You feel like you’re in a dark place with no where else to go

Depression is like you’re falling deeper into a blackhole

Your mind feels violated and as though you have no control

Depression is having little energy and lack of motivation

you feel tired and don’t want to engage in conversation

Depression is used in the wrong context by naive people

They don’t understand the seriousness of how it affects people

Depression is isolation, withdrawl, low self-esteem, and much more

You will never understand it unless you’ve been through it before    “

“  sitting at home in deep thought

medical help i had sought.

a case of depression is what they said

so i went home and went to bed.

i refused to believe that’s what it could be

but denial is always first, as was told to me.

how is that possible? how can it be?

i’ve always been happy and carefree.

he had said:

i keep my anger bottled up inside

it is something which i learned to hide.

no two cases are ever the same

and there’s no reason to feel ashamed.

depression is a state of mind

which affects your body all the time.

it will make me sluggish and tired

and wanting to hide.

i won’t want to talk to anyone.

that is when depression has begun.

i may sit in a corner all by myself

wondering if i’m living in hell.

i feel as if life has turned its back on me.

but in my heart thats not what i see.

i start to ignore the way i look

and the toll that its took.

then i take a good look in the mirror

‘and what do i see’

everything that was told to me.

i see my face completly withdrawn

and the appearance that i formed.

i see all my loved ones that i’ve hurt

including the wife that’s giving birth.

i realize then that i can not do it alone.

that i must seek the help that i need

to stop this inner bleed.

i fell down to my knees

and asked the LORD to hear my pleas

to give me the strength to do my best

and for him to do the rest.

as i got up from my short prayer

i heard a voice say in my ear.

‘help yourself and i will help you’

thats all you have to do.      “

“ Depression is when you hate everyone around

Depression is when you don’t want to make a sound

Depression is when all you want to do is cry

Depression is when you feel like your dying inside

Depression is when you thoughts wonder all the time

Depression is when you can’t sleep even though your tired

Depression is when you don’t want to go on

Depression is when you can’t stop shaking outside

Depression is when you hide who you are

Depression is when you put on a mask to hide what you feel

Depression is when you feel weak all the time

Depression is when you give in to everything around

Depression is when you don’t care what happens anymore

Depression is just another day in my life   “

“  Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain,

living a life with nothing to gain,

Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame.

A life without peace with no one to blame.

Do you know of a place unseen,

A place that holds only shattered dreams,

A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight,

I am given this gift each and every night.

Do you know of a place so cold,

This is the place I call my soul,

A place without hope or comforting dreams, 

A life not worth living wouldn’t it seem.

Do you know of a life that should have never been,

And the feeling that today this life has to end.

One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear,

I am tired of living a life of heartache and despair.

Do you know a person with so much pain inside,

Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries,

Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see,

The only question left will be…

DO YOU KNOW ME

     “

Poems about depression 

“   “DEPRESSION” BY CARA DELVIGNE

Who am I? Who am I trying to be?

Not myself, anyone but myself.

Living in a fantasy to bury the reality,

Making myself the mystery,

A strong facade disguising the misery.

Empty, but beyond the point of emptiness,

Full to brim with fake confidence,

A guard that will never be broken,

Because I broke a long time ago.

I’m hurting but don’t tell anyone.

No one needs to know.

Don’t show or you’ve failed.

Always okay, always fine, always on show.

The show must go on.

It will never stop.

The show must not go on,

But I know it will.

I give up. I give up giving up.

I am lost.

I don’t need to be saved,

I need to be found.    “

“    “MCDONALDS IS IMPOSSIBLE” BY CHELSEA MARTIN

Eating food from McDonald’s is mathematically impossible.

Because before you can eat it, you have to order it.

And before you can order it, you have to decide what you want.

And before you can decide what you want, you have to read the menu.

And before you can read the menu, you have to be in front of the menu.

And before you can be in front of the menu, you have to wait in line.

And before you can wait in line, you have to drive to the restaurant.

And before you can drive to the restaurant, you have to get in your car.

And before you can get in your car, you have to put clothes on.

And before you can put clothes on, you have to get out of bed.

And before you can get out of bed, you have to stop being so depressed.

And before you can stop being so depressed, you have to understand what depression is.

And before you can understand what depression is, you have to think clearly.

And before you can think clearly, you have to turn off the TV.

And before you can turn off the TV, you have to free your hands.

And before you can free your hands, you have to stop masturbating.

And before you can stop masturbating, you have to get off.

And before you can get off, you have to imagine someone you really like with his pants off, encouraging you to explore his enlarged genitalia.

And before you can imagine someone you really like with his pants off encouraging you to explore his enlarged genitalia, you have to imagine that person stroking your neck.

And before you can imagine that person stroking your neck, you have to imagine that person walking up to you looking determined.

And before you can imagine that person walking up to you looking determined, you have to choose who that person is.

And before you can choose who that person is, you have to like someone.

And before you can like someone, you have to interact with someone.

And before you can interact with someone, you have to introduce yourself.

And before you can introduce yourself, you have to be in a social situation.

And before you can be in a social situation, you have to be invited to something somehow.

And before you can be invited to something somehow, you have to receive a telephone call from a friend.

And before you can receive a telephone call from a friend, you have to make a reputation for yourself as being sort of fun.

And before you can make a reputation for yourself as being sort of fun, you have to be noticeably fun on several different occasions.

And before you can be noticeably fun on several different occasions, you have to be fun once in the presence of two or more people.

And before you can be fun once in the presence of two or more people, you have to be drunk.

And before you can be drunk, you have to buy alcohol.

And before you can buy alcohol, you have to want your psychological state to be altered.

And before you can want your psychological state to be altered, you have to recognize that your current psychological state is unsatisfactory.

And before you can recognize that your current psychological state is unsatisfactory, you have to grow tired of your lifestyle.

And before you can grow tired of your lifestyle, you have to repeat the same patterns over and over endlessly.

And before you can repeat the same patterns over and over endlessly, you have to lose a lot of your creativity.

And before you can lose a lot of your creativity, you have to stop reading books.

And before you can stop reading books, you have to think that you would benefit from reading less frequently.

And before you can think that you would benefit from reading less frequently, you have to be discouraged by the written word.

And before you can be discouraged by the written word, you have to read something that reinforces your insecurities.

And before you can read something that reinforces your insecurities, you have to have insecurities.

And before you can have insecurities, you have to be awake for part of the day.

And before you can be awake for part of the day, you have to feel motivation to wake up.

And before you can feel motivation to wake up, you have to dream of perfectly synchronized conversations with people you desire to talk to.

And before you can dream of perfectly synchronized conversations with people you desire to talk to, you have to have a general idea of what a perfectly synchronized conversation is.

And before you can have a general idea of what a perfectly synchronized conversation is, you have to watch a lot of movies in which people successfully talk to each other.

And before you can watch a lot of movies in which people successfully talk to each other, you have to have an interest in other people.

And before you can have an interest in other people, you have to have some way of benefiting from other people.

And before you can have some way of benefiting from other people, you have to have goals.

And before you can have goals, you have to want power.

And before you can want power, you have to feel greed.

And before you can feel greed, you have to feel more deserving than others.

And before you can feel more deserving than others, you have to feel a general disgust with the human population.

And before you can feel a general disgust with the human population, you have to be emotionally wounded.

And before you can be emotionally wounded, you have to be treated badly by someone you think you care about while in a naive, vulnerable state.

And before you can be treated badly by someone you think you care about while in a naive, vulnerable state, you have to feel inferior to that person.

And before you can feel inferior to that person, you have to watch him laughing and walking towards his drum kit with his shirt off and the sun all over him.

And before you can watch him laughing and walking towards his drum kit with his shirt off and the sun all over him, you have to go to one of his outdoor shows.

And before you can go to one of his outdoor shows, you have to pretend to know something about music.

And before you can pretend to know something about music, you have to feel embarrassed about your real interests.

And before you can feel embarrassed about your real interests, you have to realize that your interests are different from other people’s interests.

And before you can realize that your interests are different from other people’s interests, you have to be regularly misunderstood.

And before you can be regularly misunderstood, you have to be almost completely socially debilitated.

And before you can be almost completely socially debilitated, you have to be an outcast.

And before you can be an outcast, you have to be rejected by your entire group of friends.

And before you can be rejected by your entire group of friends, you have to be suffocatingly loyal to your friends.

And before you can be suffocatingly loyal to your friends, you have to be afraid of loss.

And before you can be afraid of loss, you have to lose something of value.

And before you can lose something of value, you have to realize that that thing will never change.

And before you can realize that that thing will never change, you have to have the same conversation with your grandmother forty or fifty times.

And before you can have the same conversation with your grandmother forty or fifty times, you have to have a desire to talk to her and form a meaningful relationship.

And before you can have a desire to talk to her and form a meaningful relationship, you have to love her.

And before you can love her, you have to notice the great tolerance she has for you.

And before you can notice the great tolerance she has for you, you have to break one of her favorite china teacups that her mother gave her and forget to apologize.

And before you can break one of her favorite china teacups that her mother gave her and forget to apologize, you have to insist on using the teacups for your imaginary tea party. And before you can insist on using the teacups for your imaginary tea party, you have to cultivate your imagination.

And before you can cultivate your imagination, you have to spend a lot of time alone.

And before you can spend a lot of time alone, you have to find ways to sneak away from your siblings.

And before you can find ways to sneak away from your siblings, you have to have siblings.

And before you can have siblings, you have to underwhelm your parents.

And before you can underwhelm your parents, you have to be quiet, polite and unnoticeable.

And before you can be quiet, polite and unnoticeable, you have to understand that it is possible to disappoint your parents.

And before you can understand that it is possible to disappoint your parents, you have to be harshly reprimanded.

And before you can be harshly reprimanded, you have to sing loudly at an inappropriate moment.

And before you can sing loudly at an inappropriate moment, you have to be happy.

And before you can be happy, you have to be able to recognize happiness.

And before you can be able to recognize happiness, you have to know distress.

And before you can know distress, you have to be watched by an insufficient babysitter for one week.

And before you can be watched by an insufficient babysitter for one week, you have to vomit on the other, more pleasant babysitter.

And before you can vomit on the other, more pleasant babysitter, you have to be sick.

And before you can be sick, you have to eat something you’re allergic to.

And before you can eat something you’re allergic to, you have to have allergies.

And before you can have allergies, you have to be born.

And before you can be born, you have to be conceived.

And before you can be conceived, your parents have to copulate.

And before your parents can copulate, they have to be attracted to one another.

And before they can be attracted to one another, they have to have common interests.

And before they can have common interests, they have to talk to each other.

And before they can talk to each other, they have to meet.

And before they can meet, they have to have in-school suspension on the same day.

And before they can have in-school suspension on the same day, they have to get caught sneaking off campus separately.

And before they can get caught sneaking off campus separately, they have to think of somewhere to go.

And before they can think of somewhere to go, they have to be familiar with McDonald’s.

And before they can be familiar with McDonald’s, they have to eat food from McDonald’s.

And eating food from McDonald’s is mathematically impossible.    “

“  Unspoken Plea

Darkness gathers deep within

A monster stirs beneath the skin

A war ensues between Dark and Light

A power struggle, the Never ending Fight

Flames surround me here and there

Burning my body without a care

I scream and fight til nothing remains

Until all that’s left is anger and pains

My mind is blank my heart is dark

The suffering I feel has left it’s Mark

Fading away like a ghost in the end

One last message I’m desperate to send

No regrets, no mercy at all

Darkness fills me as I begin to fall

Help me, save me before it’s too late

Before I become full of hate

This is my message, hear the plea

For there is more going on than you can even see     “

“   I Am Not A Suicidal Poet

Charlotte Mew, why did you do it,

drink half a bottle of Lysol,

foaming at the mouth, muttering

to yourself as you writhed in pain

on your 37 Beaumont Street, London,

nursing home bed, the creosote

corroding your innards, while Miss Lutch,

the home’s matron, and the doctor

vainly pumped you with olive oil?

Holing yourself up in the bleak, back room

of a dive with a window view of a wall,

to help you grieve your sister Anne’s death,

the last in a family line of untimely deaths

or throw-away-the-key certifiables-

while you just became the sole inheritor

of a trust fund, and had the homes of

many friends always open to you.

George Trakl, you must have been schizo

or very blue, as blue incessantly speckles

your poems everywhere, and black,

and brown, and contusion purples.       “

Poems about depression 

“   The rain drums down like red ants,

each bouncing off my window.

The ants are in great pain

and they cry out as they hit

as if their little legs were only

stitched on and their heads pasted.

And oh they bring to mind the grave,

so humble, so willing to be beat upon

with its awful lettering and

the body lying underneath

without an umbrella.

Depression is boring, I think

and I would do better to make

some soup and light up the cave.    “

“    WOOD THRUSH

High on Nardil and June light

I wake at four,

waiting greedily for the first

note of the wood thrush. Easeful air

presses through the screen

with the wild, complex song

of the bird, and I am overcome

by ordinary contentment.

What hurt me so terribly

all my life until this moment?

How I love the small, swiftly

beating heart of the bird

singing in the great maples;

its bright, unequivocal eye.    “

“   Depression makes me feel pain

Depression makes me stupid

Depression makes me feel low

Depression makes me mad

Depression makes me sad

Depression makes me forget world

Depression makes me tensed

Depression makes me lose self control

Depression makes me hate everyone

Depression makes me think over and over

Depression makes me feel lonely

Depression makes me think wild

Depression makes me worthless

Depression makes me sick

What does Depression give me?

When it runs high…

It will make me Die – REST IN PEACE    “

“  28 Days

I felt an ache

A sigh…a taste

The saltiness of the drops

A mixed up feeling

With no rhyme or reason

28 days that’s all it takes

Each day more ominous

As it goes on

“We all feel down!”- I’m told

“It’s all part of it..”-They reiterate

No!

This is not part of it..

Not every woman struggles to leave solace

Nor eat just to pretend,

This doesn’t feel right

It feels foreign..

We are led to believe we should be grateful,

For what we have as we didn’t always.

Why should I be?

The men aren’t grateful

For they never feared it being taken away

I will accept the first being part of life,

I will accept that….

But I will not hold the burden that comes with

For it is far too heavy for anyone to carry        “

Poems about depression 

“  Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.

When I was so low, I cut with a blade

To punish my body for being a mess,

Though here is my testament, I must confess…

That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest

Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;

I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.

Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see

That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.

So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,

To show all these demons what they’re doing is not right.

You won the battle of good versus bad.

You are still alive and are no longer sad.

Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.

I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.

    “

“    Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain,

Hiding the tears that fall like rain.

Saying I’m fine when I’m anything but.

This ache in my soul rips at my gut.

My skin is on fire; I burn from within.

The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.

The world must stay out; I’ve built up a wall.

My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.

Loneliness consumes me; it eats away the years

Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.

Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask

And care enough to remove it; is that too much to ask?   “

“   depression is oppression.

It’s a deadly hidden message

Defined by self-hate.

It seals its prisoner’s fate.

It holds you captive and throws out the key.

It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed,

Inflicting wounds that scar for life.

Destruction is its mother and death its wife.

When the emptiness hits.

There is nowhere to run or hide.

It consumes me.

It breaks me and

leaves me broken.

I’m choking

From the pity in their eye

I’m choking

From the sad undertone

I’m choking

From the overwhelming thoughts

I’m choking

Because on the inside I’m drowning in my tears

Void, canceled, simply annulled.

Endlessly aching, unconsoled.

Life without you, cause without reason.

Touch without sense, time without season.

I face life now facing a cancerous sore,

A sordid parasite that eats at my core.

All that makes me whole, all I hold deep within,

Leaving me lifeless, or at least not livin’.

rain pattering, fogging on the window,

musing on a gray day.

my soul swimming in mud, dropped

left to harden

when the sun shines.rocks have the souls

abandoned by tired

seekers and wanderers without

a place to hold to

themselves.    “

“     The rain drums down like red ants,

each bouncing off my window.

The ants are in great pain

and they cry out as they hit

as if their little legs were only

stitched on and their heads pasted.

And oh they bring to mind the grave,

so humble, so willing to be beat upon

with its awful lettering and

the body lying underneath

without an umbrella.

Depression is boring, I think

and I would do better to make

some soup and light up the cave.     “

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If you are suffering from depression, anxiety, loneliness or any similar mental health issue then seeking help for it may be a good option. Mental health issues such as depression, loneliness and anxiety can affect anyone of us.

If you are under 18 then CAMHS, an NHS run programme may just be the answer for your mental health struggles.

You should look to see if you meet the CAMHS referral criteria and then fill in the CAMHS referral form.

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