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Best Poems about Depression and Anxiety

    Poems About Depression
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    Poems About Depression: Depression, anxiety, and other mental health concerns are still considered taboo subjects that people are scared to discuss. Despite this, studies reveal that around 15% of all individuals worldwide experience depression at some point in their lives. As you can see, depression is not an uncommon occurrence.

    Moreover, it frequently strikes when you least expect it. To minimize future deterioration of the situation, public awareness of concerns such as depression should be raised.

    We’ve compiled a collection of the top poems about depression to help you learn how to cope with this terrible ailment because poetry is one of the finest methods to convey emotions.

    Poetry, in particular, has long been a haven for persons suffering from despair. It may be stated with the ease with which a person can communicate their experiences with others through a poem.

    Depression is my life without you,
    Depression is the darkness taking over the light,
    Depression is the thoughts of suicide
    Depression is isolation from the outside world
    Depression is where no one loves me
    Depression is where i have no friends
    Depression is where everyone looks at me and rolls their eyes
    Depression is…

    Heartaches will never last nor will they ever stay;
    sorrow shall go so fast in the passing of day.
    Once in a little while, one’s heart may break and bleed;
    abandoned by the smile, his teardrops want to plead.

    The colors of life’s way are not just pink and bright
    but also dark and gray for the day and the night.
    The pain and hopelessness are just in someone’s mind;
    causing some mental stress, better leave them behind.

    Nobody else can cure your wound but you alone;
    self-confidence for sure takes you from your cry zone.
    The sweet smile of your own makes the whole world laugh too;
    yes, the sadder you moan, the more it’s only you.

    Getting out of deep well of severe depression
    is easier to tell than to show in action.
    If forgiveness will rise and will forget the past,
    then you shall realize, heartaches will never last.

    By:- Bernard F. Asuncion

    It was not Death, for I stood up,
    And all the Dead, lie down –
    It was not Night, for all the Bells
    Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

    It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
    I felt Siroccos – crawl –
    Nor Fire – for just my marble feet
    Could keep a Chancel, cool –

    And yet, it tasted, like them all,
    The Figures I have seen
    Set orderly, for Burial
    Reminded me, of mine –

    As if my life were shaven,
    And fitted to a frame,
    And could not breathe without a key,
    And ’twas like Midnight, some –

    When everything that ticked – has stopped –
    And space stares – all around –
    Or Grisly frosts – first Autumn morns,
    Repeal the Beating Ground –

    But most, like Chaos – Stopless – cool –
    Without a Chance, or spar –
    Or even a Report of Land –
    To justify – Despair.

    By:- Emily Dickinson

    From childhood’s I have not been
    As others were—I have not seen
    As others saw—I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring—
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow—I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone—
    And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

    By:- Edgar Allan Poe

    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.

    You can cry, but it will always ignore your screams.
    It terrorizes your soul and haunts your dreams.
    It sends you false hope through a bottle or pill.
    It destroys your goals and inflicts its will.
    You can’t run, nor can you hide.
    By its rules you will abide
    Until it celebrates that you have died.
    Open your eyes, or you will be its prey.
    It will blur your vision in the most twisted way.
    It will seek your destruction and call for your head.
    You will lie and wait but never rest in your bed.

    Peace will come to those who want peace,
    But as long as you feed him, you will see the beast.
    You can’t run, nor can you hide,
    But if you conquer the beast, you will survive.
    Prayer and hope can lead the way.
    Cling on to every word you pray.
    Hope is in truth.
    Hate is in lies.
    Pray for your soul and open your eyes.

    By:- Erik Whitehead

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