Depressed Poetry Novels & Stories

Sometimes, other things—better things—were worth fighting for. But I lost that fight long ago. I spiraled into a pit of depression so deep it swallowed every light, every reason to climb out. The crushing pressure drove me to this—pills, booze, whatever could help me escape for even a moment. The harder I fought for air, the deeper I sank.

She was not going to care as well. She stood in the shower, the water pouring down on her body and making her skin prickle with cold. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, feeling the weight of her despair pressing down on her like a physical force. The depression that had settled over her like a thick fog seemed to cling to her skin, making her feel empty and hollow inside. She let the water wash over her, the coldness of it feeling like a punishment for all the things she had done wrong in her life. She shouldn't have trusted him, she shouldn't have given him the power to make her feel so miserable.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: ~Avery: I opened my eyes, my body aching and my spirit broken. Depression gripped me tightly, suffocating any remnants of hope. Nightmares swirled in my mind, replaying the deaths I had caused, tormenting me relentlessly. I struggled to stay awake, but sleep seduced me once more. I’d had depressive episodes before, but this was something else. I was sucked back in to repeat the same cycle over and over.

I threw my head back and let out a deep roar. There was nothing left to break in here. But I was still immensely restless. I felt so broken seeing that monster again after all these years that no words could describe the chaos brewing inside. My shirt lay in shreds down on the littered floor, and blood dripped from the cuts on my fists. But I wish my soul could physically bleed… so at least I could see. But no, it was deep inside my fucked-up self. And I was a lost cause. I will slip into the darkness. And the demons from the shadows will win. I can never be free from this depression. I live it. And my life reminds me that I am never meant to be normal and happy.

"Adulf, this isn't some television drama, there's no fame in this. This is reality where nobody gives hell who you are--only three four people in your neighborhood. " "Now you speak my language--. " "These few people who happen to love you, you make their lives a living hell. Depression is a desease. A desease you've been living with 3 years now. " "The desease I know about is tipically unknowble right? "He flicked the empty butt of his ciger out of the window in the traffic"wrong though, I've been low all my life. "

she asks in a low, haunting voice that fucking guts me. Disappointment is a heavy burden, a sinking feeling that lodges itself deep within the heart. It's the bitter taste of hope turned sour, a shattered dream that leaves a trail of tears in its wake. It strikes like a sudden storm on a sunny day, catching you off guard and leaving you drenched in sorrow.

"A dark, cold feeling is spreading through me like frost on a windshield on a winter morning." Katherine Webber Misery and obscurity are my closest companions since I started to comprehend. People have worn black to express their grief and my never ending grief pushing me into depression of darkness. This morning light is so dark than my night, the room is brightened with sunlight but all I can see pitch dark because there is no light no hope that

Amber spoke with seriousness, "I am fucking devastated, so devastated, destroyed and broken and dead from inside that I have become numb. I don;t have anymore tears left to cry, I don't have energy to be sad, I don't have the strength to endure depression, I have became numb to everything. I am smiling because I can't cry anymore, my tears have all dried up, I am not sitting in a corner and staring outside the window like a depressed soul that I am is because I have done that for a lot of years and I am done.

to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

I was going to visit Mom after the gathering last night, but Asher's depression flared up again. "I only did all that to cheer him up. Once he's better, we'll get back together. And I hope you'll stop causing trouble for him. He got depressed because we got married. I can't just ignore him." I looked at her. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. She'd probably spent the whole night with Asher again. My gaze dropped to the divorce papers. Our names sat side by side, close enough to touch. When I didn't respond, her patience ran out.