Depressed Poetry Novels & Stories

Grief has a way of making us act without thinking, as long as it matches the pain we feel inside. My grandfather's death was sudden and unexpected, and it's left me feeling empty and lost. For months, I've been trapped in a fog of depression, my days blending into each other in a monotonous cycle of sadness. I see the world through tinted glasses of gray, and the once bright and colorful world is now dull and lifeless.

“Once I'm down, it can take me about three months to get out of the depression again. And every single day just feels stretched out and you have nothing to do but lay in bed and wonder why you're still alive.” Hunter understood what she was saying, he was thinking about how it felt at the orphanage when he was younger. But the difference was that when he got the money, he's depression and problems went away. But she, she was basking in money and yet she was a lonely soul. “And the worst part of all that is you hate yourself for staying in that bed and not getting up. For being so useless. Helpless...” She continued with the agitated hand-fiddling. “You stay hating yourself for not doing anyt