Depressed Poetry Novels & Stories

Chapter 15 “And she embraced the chaos as it painTed her life with purpose” JH.HARD Will I ever be happy? Will I ever be fine? I lost my hope within this time. I tried my best to be okay, But I never felt that anyway. I was on my way to a new beginning, Then this depression started getting in. Today my tears slowed for a moment And the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should know

The joyful laughter of his children and the radiant smile of Sara were a distant echo in his mind, and every day he spent without them plunged him into unfathomable sadness. Mason withdrew from the world, closing himself in his own darkness. He couldn't bear the reality of his loss and took refuge in his thoughts and memories. The life he once knew had completely vanished, and he felt trapped in an abyss of pain and loneliness. Depression consumed him, and his spirits sank into a bottomless pit. Guilt and pain accompanied him everywhere, and each passing day pushed him further away from the life he once had. His friends and family tried to help him, but Mason had been plunged into such a dee

I hymn lowly. Pretty obvious he awaits someone. He requires someone present before commencing the meeting. That best explains this continous and look alike never ending silence. His expression slowly softens. His gritting reduces. His foot stomp depletes. His pressure palm on the glass also softens. It unviels his unintentional made cracks. His neck weakens It appears pretty weak to with hold his heavy head. His head finally falls. It lowens disappointed and depressed. He's really sad.

Now, my life had taken a turn for the worse, and I couldn’t seem to get back on track. The depression had been deepening since I lost Maddie. I felt like a part of me was missing, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t fill that void. The emptiness in my heart was suffocating, like I was drowning in my own despair. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, and I could barely function.

I slow down when I enter a small dustbowl town and creep through at twenty-five miles an hour as the speed sign dictates. I'm sleepy, and a few hours ago, a sense of melancholy descended. It happens from time to time. It's another reason I fight. When you're someone like me, there's nowhere to go for depression. Hell, I don't need some fucking head shrink to call a spade a spade. My wiring is fucked up and fighting cures all my evils.

My Christmas tree was still on the wall. I never asked why. He never said. I just looked at it sometimes and felt held. He didn't say I love you. Not with words. He might never. Most days I didn't need him to. I felt it in everything in the way he moved around me, adjusted for me, stayed close without being asked to. But I was still myself underneath all of it, and depression is a liar who knows your voice. It would whisper, in quiet moments, that he'd change his mind. That I was a temporary thing. That I would mess it up eventually, or he'd simply look at me one day and realize he deserved better.

my depression and anxiety laughed at me. I finally moved to the bed and covered myself with the duvet so no sounds would come out. I lay their blocking the whole world undecided, trying to stay alive before I went back. I found a razor blade made two thin lines in my thigh before writing a strong clear message. I hate myself. The words appeared beautifully in dotted lines full of blood and I struggled to bite back the tears as I opened an old book and read a poem. I'm gonna cry In solemn silence That's where I lie

I deserve everything going on now, it's all my fault, now karma is paying me back. I need her, but where will it come from? I am all on my own now, I have never felt these miserable. I don't have a single appetite to eat or take anything, I feel so not good. Since yesternight, I have not been myself at all, I have not been able to even take a sip of wine or water. I think I might be falling into depression, these is one of my darkest time. I have never felt so depressed and weak , I feel miserable and in all, I think I might deserve it all. I did this myself, I am now bearing the consequences.

I felt depleted, both physically and emotionally, as if I had been drained of all energy and vitality. The hours slipped by in a haze of desolation as I wandered through the motions of the day. The world around me seemed distant and blurred, its vibrant colors muted by the grey shroud of my despair. I moved through the familiar routines, but my mind was consumed by a storm of thoughts and emotions that threatened to engulf me.

The weight of his betrayal and the degradation heaped upon me threatened to drown me in a sea of despair. As I sink to the ground, the desolation around me mirrors the desolation within. The cold, unforgiving earth beneath me seems to absorb my pain, offering no solace in return. I sit there, a broken figure in a desolate landscape, my sobs echoing in the emptiness.