Novel & Cerita Depressed Poetry

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

The weight of this loss pressed down on my chest, suffocating me, as though I were trapped in the deepest depths of the ocean, unable to swim to the surface. Days turned into weeks, filled with restless nights and endless searching. The anxiety consumed me, gnawing at my every thought. I could feel my spirit breaking, my once vibrant demeanor fading into the shadows. I was falling into a maddening abyss of depression, and I couldn't find the strength to claw my way out.

C H A P T E R 2 : T H E B L U E E N V E L O P E ~ Being depressed is like falling into a black hole that you can not climb out of. Depression is a wound that never heals. A wound in the back of your mind that can’t be touched because it hurts too much. It’s always there and never goes away. Constant pain, a constant reminder. Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and you will lose on both fronts if you give it a chance.

Then, he rushes to the door. "What the hell happened," he asks? "Can I take a shower here? I really don't want to talk about it." He takes my hand and leads me upstairs. There's so much egg mucus and flour dust that I cannot decipher if there is new blood on Jeremy's arm. He seems to be cutting himself more and more. The deeper he cuts, the further he falls into the void. The void is where the two yellow eyes live. The ones that pull us down into depression with their claws. Depression is a devouring monster. He's always hungry and never rests. His sleepless nights make the world a restless, anxious place to be in.

After staring at the vast beautiful green grass, you find your self laughing at an old joke you remembered alone. They say lone wolves do not get far alone but here you are alone, okay, happy. It seems like a jig saw puzzle suddenly fit into place. Then it hits you, the reality hits you, you are free from depression and anxiety, you don’t want to kill yourself anymore, you want to live, you want to try, literature is one of your best classes. Life is not bad the universe is beautiful; the world is awesome and so are you

Disadvantage of having a Psychology major for a sister: she knows you more than you know yourself. "And hell, you don't even know why," I let her continue. "You have everything going on for you. And still, you feel helpless. You feel as if you're not in control. This feeling. This web of numbness. It's hard to convince people of what you're feeling. Because you yourself don't even fully understand why. But I understand. Depression is a motherfucker. It creeps on you whenever it feels like it. And stays as long as it wants. As long as it needs. Depression is a motherfucker. A bastard not willing to let you go. It's out to get you, to destroy you. To rain on you. But you must be stronger than

Lying here with a loss of words, hearing no sound but that of a dirge I searched my mind but it comes blank, the sounds of Lament fell like I sank Deadweight is my body all dressed and adorned, to be viewed by the ones who felt I have scorned Tucked in a billow of alabaster white, a weight of coins to keep out the light How is it possible I am lying here, surrounded by people who don’t shed a tear? Trying to move to stop this façade, not wanting to meet the one they call God

Mу dеѕіrе fоr thаt wоmаn іnvаdеѕ my thoughts nіght and dау. This depression is not lіkе mе аt all. I’m usually аll асtіоn. Frаnklу, іt’ѕ unсоmfоrtаblе. Nоt officially working thе саѕе іѕ hаrd fоr me.

The only difference between me and her is I’m not a whore. Depression is a cruel mistress and never lets up. It is just so easy to slip into it. The familiar darkness that embraces me like an old friend. I look at the blade on the floor. I sneer as I bring the bottle to my lips again. I have gone through so many emotions lately: sadness, anger, grief, spontaneous laughter, manic moments, then crash, only to do it all again. I drain the bottle and drop it to the ground, hearing it clink and clatter against its empty friends.

A sigh, laden with the weariness of a thousand battles, escaped her lips, a tangible expression of the despair that threatened to engulf her. The air around her seemed to grow thick with the oppressive weight of her dejection as if the very atmosphere conspired to magnify the hopelessness of their situation. At that moment, Amren was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, bereft of the anchor that had once grounded her and kept her afloat amidst the tumultuous storms that raged around them. As she sat on the floor, her head bowed and her spirit broken, Amren struggled to find a glimmer of hope in the darkness that enveloped her.