Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

dealing with 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. 

Depression Is When


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 you’re dying inside
depression is when your thoughts wonder all the time
depression is when you can't sleep even though you’re 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 

The Great Depression


I think we must have all gone mad

Maybe right turned over

They promise us the earth

Instead we’ve got the great depression

Now you’re free and easy with the base

You blame your brothers and sisters

And neurotics say sod the rest

It’s the new dissention

Into the abyss

By pushing forwards

It’s always down

It’s a desperate war

You’re trying to blow yourselves up

You don’t care who you stand... with the help about

Hey hey - well that’s not the way

No sense or reason in your fussing and fighting

And your violent obsession

Who’s ever really left feeling fine

After the great depression?

No sense of purpose in the competion

Keeping up with the jones’s

You buy a house,

You buy a car

You buy a marriage and a bed of roses

Into the abyss

By pushing forwards

It’s always down

It’s a desperate war

You’re trying to blow yourselves up

You don’t care who you stand ... with the help about

Hey hey - well that’s not the way

Depression Song by Piqua