Category Archives: Depression
My Life Tumbled and I Fell, Poetry by A.Goomer
When you lose someone you love, it’s hard to be strong,
When you lose that connection and bond it’s hard to go on.
You find yourself at the depths unable to cope,
You don’t have the strength to look ahead for any hope.
Holding on to every piece of them you have,
How could you leave me Dad?
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The Fear I Hate, Poetry by Alayah Esotera
Shivers race up my spine
Mouth dry, Fear runs high
What Darkness here, what presence doth cause me so much Fear
I cannot say, I won’t!
This is not meant to be known Continue reading
To love a life, Poetry by Christopher Hughes
Eccentric maybe…but I know that I’m in love but my demons they torture me. My Love. Have you ever closed your eyes and just pictured bliss. Or even better yet dear love; closed your eyes and seen shear terror amidst your bliss? To love unconditionally, my soul? My dear and sweet heart. My soul tear at me, yet I can not find the person to fill my void. I’m trying to love myself. But where can this love come from if it has literally died and dried up from my life. Continue reading
39 WORDS, Poetry by Josslyn Rae Turner
birth family childhood friendship learn explore
adult love sex family children parent
dreams build break broken torn
tears anger fight affliction Continue reading
MISERY’S DISPENSARY, Poem by Nick Meridionale
emotions have always meant the most to me
I mean, really
do you think there’s anything in life
not worth feeling?
words slither through our skin
and enter our bodies
like my brain emits T.H.C. ; Continue reading
Anxiety, Poetry by Shellie Palmer
Every breath I ever take those moments my hands
tremble and shake. I can’t control it, want to lose it all, then
reminded of my faith. The Lord steers the way.
I will never control my inner self, it just
doesn’t work that way. Anxiety, what’s it all about anyway? Continue reading
counting bricks, Poetry by lee pettengell
sitting in this cell of mine counting bricks to pass the time
800 and 9 or was it 10 shit ill have to start again
paced the floor a 1000 times from the bed to the chair
just aint getting any were
out the window freedom calls
across the yard over the walls Continue reading
red wrists, Poetry by Sanchana Krishnan
we’re the cool girls of this generation,
the ones with the words ‘i .cannot. give. a. shit’
slashed across us in bold red,
the little lies we tell ourselves to go to bed,
instead of spending midnight hours strung on the edge
unable to seek behind or storm ahead. Continue reading
