#depressed poems on Hello Poetry

Rain 48s

What would have happened if I knocked on their door,
With blood running down my thighs.
Letting them see what I was going through,
Would I have been on the bus the next day.
On the way to school,
Wondering if anyone cared .
Would I be here now,
I know they would have gotten me extreme help.
And maybe I would have gotten that help,
Maybe I wouldn’t be cutting still,
Wondering if anyone cares .

#alone #depressed #help #cutting #selfharm #blade #knife

Everly Rush 20h

Girl in Pieces

I do this thing
where I disappear.
Nothing new. Three times now,
maybe four.

It’s a hobby,
like scrapbooking,
but with my own silence.

The first time,
they said it was hormones.
The second, attention.
Now it’s just
a phase I’m nailing.

I’m very good at it.

Every morning,
a resurrection.
Lipgloss.
Mascara.
Shaky hands. Ta-da.

Can you hear the applause?
Neither can I.

The skin’s still here.
So is the mirror.
And the voice that tells me
not to eat,
not to speak,
not to exist so loudly.

They call me dramatic,
as if pain
needs a spotlight.
As if I don’t bleed
in lowercase letters.

I joke.
I wear band shirts.
I make playlists with
no happy endings.
So aesthetic.

And they love it—
like how I perform survival
like it’s a talent show.
“Such a bright girl.”
“Such potential.”
As if I’m not already
writing my vanishing act
in invisible ink.

There is a kind of power
in being looked at
and not seen.

Do you know how it feels
to scream into a pillow
so well it forgets
how to echo?

I do.

Dying
is an art, too.
But living—
living is the part
I haven’t mastered.

Yet.

#depression #mentalhealth #poetry #brightgirldarkthoughts #depressed #school #anxiety

Danya 3d

Untitled

Мы как две школьницы
я - прилежная
а ты одеваешь пижаму в форме птицы
после прыгаешь с крыши
исходов будет немного

Ну а меня
будут дальше насиловать
старики
в туалете
каждый день
после уроков

Но я буду терпеть
как русский
как христианин

#russian #depressed #symbolistic #ironic

Leya Mar 31

What is this?

No one left to wipe her tears
No soul to embrace
Shattered promises and shattered hearts
She thinks, she ponders.
What is this? She prays.
When the walls listen better
when the darkness feels brighter
And the ghost's hug better.
Dissonant it is, she cannot sustain
tears turning sweet,
actions turning pale,
Is this what she wanted? she woefully contemplates.
She places herself at the edge of sorrow
feeling facetious and morrow,
even when not alone, her words echo
going deeper and deeper, shallow.
unable to differentiate the words,
wife or maid?
No identity of her own,
Feelings decayed.
Called as the wife, daughter, or mater.
Will she be able to live like this hereafter?
Maybe the little girl could explain as she embrace
how this is not love, my future self,
You have to escape.

here's a hug if u relate-

#sad #life #daily #poem #famous #selfwritten #whatisthis #melonchony #depressed #emotional

McKinley Flynt Mar 14

Just Force It

Tonight stands still, like how I stand when I see you
The smoke hangs in the air, like my feelings when I see you
I smile, as I imagine us doing all the stuff couples do
and I think I feel happier when I do, I think

I feel like tonight is going too slow
I feel like you wouldn't really know
What goes on in my head
When I beg myself to tell you instead

When you take me to that special place
It puts my head in a special case
Where my stomach is crushed
And my lips are hushed

I think I feel sadder when you smile
Especially when it's not from me
And I envy them for a while
To be what I can't be

I believe you don't care about me
Because that's really the truth
Or at least that's what my head says
I never told you but I really am a mess

But you knew that already
I don't think you know though
But in the end, if the shoe doesn't fit
Just end it, or just force it.

#bpd #sad #tired #breakup #alone #depressed #lonely

izzmidnight Mar 4

surviving

I ******* hate you;
I hate every time you allude that we aren't friends,
I hate every time you refuse to look at me
Even when I'm talking to you.

You don't give a **** about me,
Even if I was crying like I am now,
Next to you, and you're doing your history homework
And complaining to a teacher all your friends aren't here at lunch
But I'm ******* here.

Can't you hear my tears, and see how I'm dying?
But you wouldn't care if I did die,
Only if it was an inconvenience to the play we both do,
Because that's the only time you care about me
And I know it's against your will.

You're selfish, you're a ***** to everyone
So of course I fell for you and I can't get over it,
Even when you give me that hateful glare you're bearing right now
As tears are streaming down my face
Because like you, my friends abandoned me and I'm lonely
And I need you to just ask if I'm good.

I'm not good,
I'm not even ******* close,
But you couldn't see if I was stabbing myself to death in front of you
Because you don't care.

I love you now,
I'm pathetic that I let it get that far.
Even if you keep hating me and it keeps killing me,
I don't care because you're ******* worth it,
I would rip myself to shreds for you.

I really appreciate comments and feedback! Tell me if you think it's too much.

#angry #poem #suicide #depressed #unrequitedlove #love #mad #feelings

maxx Feb 22

come back

I trace the blade like a promise,
carve my pain into skin—
maybe if I break enough,
you’ll remember how to hold me.

Maybe if I bleed,
you’ll come back,
just to see
if there’s anything left to save.

"i'd slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me"

#sad #depressed #tragic #breakup #selfharm

maxx Feb 22

ghosts

I see you in the space between streetlights,
where the wind tastes like October
and the leaves whisper your name.
I told myself I wouldn’t go back there,
but memory is a cruel, old house—
doors always open, floorboards aching.

You left your sweater in my closet,
a ghost I never learned to bury.
I wear it when the air gets cold,
pretending it still smells like you,
pretending I don’t feel like the house we built
has been condemned.

It’s funny how we used to love the fall,
how we swore we’d never be like them,
the people who left when things got hard,
the people who stopped saying goodnight.
And now, I walk past strangers
wearing your face in their shadows,
and you, somewhere,
are learning how to love without me.

I don’t know what’s scarier—
the ghosts, or the fact
that I let myself become one.

inspired by halloween by noah kahan, but not incredibly obvious

#noahkahan #halloween #october #ghosts #sad #breakup #tragic #depressed

Stephanie Liquori Feb 19

Bygone Revenants

Drifting through the lonely darkness night
Searching ancient halls, candelabra high
Seems forever she waits, longing to unite
Dreary sorrow grips her fragile heart to die

Untold years roll by, only her love in mind
Many witnessed, oh the specters lament
Crying echoes, wails in morning, no sign
Remains now, a misting ocean breeze scent

One fateful day, through countless yore
Comes a gentle soul, with great empathy
Hidden in diary, tragic tale and what's more
Heroic captain's doomed ship by raging sea

Wait he, for her woeful soul amidst paintings
Candescence aflame the ancestral mortality
Eyes flicker and shifting ominous engravings
Lingering among shadows of ancient gallery

Elevated trembling light in hand to behold
A captain of the vessel dressed in uniform
It cannot be, it looks like he, truth now told
In gloom emerging, she hails human form

Gathers him now into her ghostly embrace
At last they meet again, it's been too long
Laying head against her gown of chantilly lace
Final beating, his heart stills, soul withdrawn

Mislaid at sea no more, arrives him at last
Pair drifting in afterlife's realm unknown
No more tears, worrisome fears, they laugh
Wasted years, rekindles love she does atone

.

WC. 200 Haunting poem.

#ghost #lost #depressed #sad #lonely #haunt #reunion

Millee Feb 16

this side of my skin

this side of my skin
hides what lies within
a perfect shell
hiding my inner hell

this side of me
hides what you can see
what i hide
what's trapped deep inside

outside as perfection
inside a deadly infection
it spreads through my soul
its darkness swallowing me whole

this side of my skin
protects what i hide within
keeps my thoughts hidden
because what they say is surely forbidden

#voices #depressing #depression #depressed #hopeless #help