Depressing Short Poems Novels & Stories

I break myself, With words, thoughts, From my own mind. Everything I ran away from, I became. Everything I tried not to be, Everything I walked away from, I see them now. Taunting me, laughing at me, For my darkness was my fault, No other's. So, when I love, it's living death. I walk alone in this path, I made darkness my creed, Formed depression, With hands of flawless poetry. I created my demons, Now I'm haunted by them. Everything I am,

Josh woke up and he looked down the window and then went I quickly got up and went back on my motorbike and drove it on high speed. All I wanted to do was to escape from the reality for now. I couldn’t think of anything else and now that my eyes were really wet due to tears, couldn’t see anything clearly. Tears were rolling down my cheek bones, I wasn’t even paying attention at speed meter now. Suddenly everything went blur in front of my sight and lost in thought, my motorbike went down with creaking down. I flung down to another side of road. My head was spinning like a top. Thankfully! I wasn’t bleeding.

"The winter. The cold. The short days. The long nights. The way everything dies and does not come back for months. The way I feel like I am dying too. Not physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. The way the dark makes me feel like nothing matters." "That is depression." "I know." "Are you depressed?" "I do not know. I am sad. But sad is not the same as depressed. Sad has a reason. Depressed just... is. And I have a reason. The roses are gone. The light is gone. The warmth is gone. That is a reason." "That is a reason to be sad. But is it the reason?" I look at him. "What do you mean." "I mean. Is it really about the roses. Or is the roses just the thing you are pointing at because pointing at

It had only been two days since my return, but I'd heard from different people how Jennifer, Dad, and Lisa had ended up. Dad had only married Mom because she was the only daughter of an affluent family—he wanted her inheritance. After Grandpa and Grandma had passed away, he'd started tormenting and oppressing Mom. When Hector was five, Mom was already severely depressed. That was when Lisa and Jennifer had come into the picture. Since then, Dad stopped coming home. During holidays, Mom, Hector, and I would only receive mockery and insults from Dad and Lisa. Mom stuck around for another five years for my and Hector's sake. Then, on my 17th birthday, she jumped off a building after being taunt

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent

(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.

James' POV The thing about depression. It comes at you slowly, It's kinda like grief. First,you denied it,then you realize you've been empty on the inside all along. You're reaching out to a version of you that no longer exist. It's quiet. It's tint. It's corrupted in your mind.

It gnawed at me like a constant ache, a reminder of the void that Cassidy’s absence had left behind. The heaviness of my thoughts feels like an anchor dragging me down into the depths of my own mind. It's as if I'm trapped in a never-ending darkness, a place where hope struggles to exist. Depression is a relentless specter that clings to every corner of my being. Its grip tightens with every passing moon, making even the simplest tasks feel like insurmountable mountains. The moon hangs high in the sky as I stand before Beta Achilles, the silver light casting an ethereal glow upon his masculine figure.