#depressed poems on Hello Poetry

Zelda 1d

standing somewhere stunning,
but instead of awe or excitement
that deep, hollow loneliness festers.

couples pose under the Sistine Chapel —
bet they're hoping for happily ever after.
I'm wondering who'll cheat first.

and maybe, yeah, deep down
I wish I was part of the —

Carnival —
rollercoasters screaming,
cotton candy sharing,
walking past the merry-go-round.
I'm the wheel going-round-and-round.
There's only one way off, another round.

oh yeah, deep, deep down
I wish I was part of the —

Chaos
a small, stubborn spark inside
reaches —
and it stings. it stings so bad.

What's the point?
I can feel it standing on my chest
What’s the point of somewhere stunning?
If you're standing all alone

oh, if you're looking for me,
I'm crying in the church
on some random Wednesday
bending God's deaf ears.

I've never been very good
at convincing people
I matter,
that a connection with me
is worth their time.

oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.
oh, I'm a stranger.
oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.
oh, I'm a stranger —

standing somewhere stunning,

May 2, 2025

#lonely #loneliness #sad #depressed #stunning #carnival #chaos #stranger

Limes Carma 2d

A playlist for my funeral

I’ve made a playlist for my funeral, guess I’m bound to die.
Don’t know when, but I know one day my home will be the sky.
I hide my hurt behind a smile, a well-rehearsed disguise,
But deep inside, I’m bracing for the last goodbye.

A Garden of Peace
How to Disappear Completely
Leave Out All The Rest

#funeral #funerals #death #sadness #depression #depressed

apricot 6d

mmm

life feels worse
but good with you in it

#love #relationship #depressed #happy #numb

Millie demonis 6d

The Whisper of Shadows

In the hollow night where echoes sigh,
Beneath the weight of a shrouded sky,
Life flickers dim with a whispering ghost,
Time’s fleeting kiss is a muted host.

With each heartbeat, a sorrowful toll,
As dreams disperse like the leaves that fall,
The specter of death in the twilight's embrace,
Hovers near in this desolate place.

A dance of shadows on gravestones worn,
Each moment cherished may turn to scorn;
For life is but dust in the coldest breeze,
A tale written down with forgotten pleas.

We walk through valleys where echoes won't fade,
Chasing lost hopes in the twilight shade.
In darkness we linger, and what do we find?
Only shadows that echo a heart left behind.

#im #depressed

Rain 7d

That night

What would have happened if I knocked on their door,
With blood running down my thighs.
Letting them see what I was going through,
Would I have been on the bus the next day.
On the way to school,
Wondering if anyone cared .
Would I be here now,
I know they would have gotten me extreme help.
And maybe I would have gotten that help,
Maybe I wouldn’t be cutting still,
Wondering if anyone cares .

#alone #depressed #help #cutting #selfharm #blade #knife

Everly Rush Apr 25

Girl in Pieces

I do this thing
where I disappear.
Nothing new. Three times now,
maybe four.

It’s a hobby,
like scrapbooking,
but with my own silence.

The first time,
they said it was hormones.
The second, attention.
Now it’s just
a phase I’m nailing.

I’m very good at it.

Every morning,
a resurrection.
Lipgloss.
Mascara.
Shaky hands. Ta-da.

Can you hear the applause?
Neither can I.

The skin’s still here.
So is the mirror.
And the voice that tells me
not to eat,
not to speak,
not to exist so loudly.

They call me dramatic,
as if pain
needs a spotlight.
As if I don’t bleed
in lowercase letters.

I joke.
I wear band shirts.
I make playlists with
no happy endings.
So aesthetic.

And they love it—
like how I perform survival
like it’s a talent show.
“Such a bright girl.”
“Such potential.”
As if I’m not already
writing my vanishing act
in invisible ink.

There is a kind of power
in being looked at
and not seen.

Do you know how it feels
to scream into a pillow
so well it forgets
how to echo?

I do.

Dying
is an art, too.
But living—
living is the part
I haven’t mastered.

Yet.

#depression #mentalhealth #poetry #brightgirldarkthoughts #depressed #school #anxiety

Danya Apr 23

Untitled

Мы как две школьницы
я - прилежная
а ты одеваешь пижаму в форме птицы
после прыгаешь с крыши
исходов будет немного

Ну а меня
будут дальше насиловать
старики
в туалете
каждый день
после уроков

Но я буду терпеть
как русский
как христианин

#russian #depressed #symbolistic #ironic

Leya Mar 31

What is this?

No one left to wipe her tears
No soul to embrace
Shattered promises and shattered hearts
She thinks, she ponders.
What is this? She prays.
When the walls listen better
when the darkness feels brighter
And the ghost's hug better.
Dissonant it is, she cannot sustain
tears turning sweet,
actions turning pale,
Is this what she wanted? she woefully contemplates.
She places herself at the edge of sorrow
feeling facetious and morrow,
even when not alone, her words echo
going deeper and deeper, shallow.
unable to differentiate the words,
wife or maid?
No identity of her own,
Feelings decayed.
Called as the wife, daughter, or mater.
Will she be able to live like this hereafter?
Maybe the little girl could explain as she embrace
how this is not love, my future self,
You have to escape.

here's a hug if u relate-

#sad #life #daily #poem #famous #selfwritten #whatisthis #melonchony #depressed #emotional

McKinley Flynt Mar 14

Just Force It

Tonight stands still, like how I stand when I see you
The smoke hangs in the air, like my feelings when I see you
I smile, as I imagine us doing all the stuff couples do
and I think I feel happier when I do, I think

I feel like tonight is going too slow
I feel like you wouldn't really know
What goes on in my head
When I beg myself to tell you instead

When you take me to that special place
It puts my head in a special case
Where my stomach is crushed
And my lips are hushed

I think I feel sadder when you smile
Especially when it's not from me
And I envy them for a while
To be what I can't be

I believe you don't care about me
Because that's really the truth
Or at least that's what my head says
I never told you but I really am a mess

But you knew that already
I don't think you know though
But in the end, if the shoe doesn't fit
Just end it, or just force it.

#bpd #sad #tired #breakup #alone #depressed #lonely

izzmidnight Mar 4

surviving

I ******* hate you;
I hate every time you allude that we aren't friends,
I hate every time you refuse to look at me
Even when I'm talking to you.

You don't give a **** about me,
Even if I was crying like I am now,
Next to you, and you're doing your history homework
And complaining to a teacher all your friends aren't here at lunch
But I'm ******* here.

Can't you hear my tears, and see how I'm dying?
But you wouldn't care if I did die,
Only if it was an inconvenience to the play we both do,
Because that's the only time you care about me
And I know it's against your will.

You're selfish, you're a ***** to everyone
So of course I fell for you and I can't get over it,
Even when you give me that hateful glare you're bearing right now
As tears are streaming down my face
Because like you, my friends abandoned me and I'm lonely
And I need you to just ask if I'm good.

I'm not good,
I'm not even ******* close,
But you couldn't see if I was stabbing myself to death in front of you
Because you don't care.

I love you now,
I'm pathetic that I let it get that far.
Even if you keep hating me and it keeps killing me,
I don't care because you're ******* worth it,
I would rip myself to shreds for you.

I really appreciate comments and feedback! Tell me if you think it's too much.

#angry #poem #suicide #depressed #unrequitedlove #love #mad #feelings