Tags : depression

Defenseless

Defenseless

A Poem by Kaity


Can anyone relate?
Even Flowers Wither

Even Flowers Wither

A Poem by Nisha M.


I wrote this when I was feeling extremely vulnerable. Writing helps. Writing always helps - even if no one does. Always remember that.
Depression

Depression

A Poem by Nathaniel.C


A poem I privately wrote at the lowest point in my life, under the influence of taking drugs and drinking daily.
Perfection

Perfection

A Poem by Nathaniel.C


A poem about attraction.
Thoughts

Thoughts

A Poem by C. Lee Battaglia


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Crochet Needle

Crochet Needle

A Poem by Anna


The crochet needle is stuck in the wool-it's soft but tangled 'round my last prayer.It's caught, like a robin in a thorn bush-I can't pull it through ..
Life is like a Rose

Life is like a Rose

A Poem by Gabby


Life is delicate, so nourish it
Starvation Season

Starvation Season

A Poem by Reeling and Writhing


Sometimes you don't want to eat.
Depression is just a feeling

Depression is just a feeling

A Poem by Lexi


Depression is just a feeling.However, it’s really not. Depression has become me,and everything that I aspire to be.Depression has become the hun..
My Special Ghost

My Special Ghost

A Poem by Angeliki Largatzis


My special ghost, You occupy my mind - Thrashing Twisting At my sanity, While you are unaware - That my pieces are falling. Dwelling, You re..
The Fruit of Our Labor

The Fruit of Our Labor

A Story by Franklin Rayeski


The beauty and hardships of taking care of our elders.
Dear Bearer

Dear Bearer

A Poem by Lexi


A poem to the woman who gave birth to me, but who never truly felt like my mother.
I remember

I remember

A Poem by Lexi


Things that I remember on dark and lonely nights. Things that I would rather not remember.
Water Lillies

Water Lillies

A Poem by Julia M.


Water Lillies Floating still, Dragonflies dip, Ripples beautiful appeal. South Wind blows peacefully Over the summer plains, Cold black wa..
Suddenly

Suddenly

A Story by Taylor Rose


My roommate is in the shower and my best-friend just left and my door is shut.I don't know when it happened - after my friend left, ten minutes before..
The Sharpener

The Sharpener

A Poem by Lexi


Relief it bore,her way with gore.For it isn't lorewhat the sharpener is for.
Prisoner

Prisoner

A Poem by Yahallo


When you're hurting.