Tags : depression

Una Noche Oscura

Una Noche Oscura

A Poem by Written Depression


Another sad Spanish poem
Respect Me, Please?

Respect Me, Please?

A Poem by Octi


Just something I can't say to the face of one of my "friends"
Positivity

Positivity

A Poem by jenna


Tears roll down my cheeks as if it were the runoff blood of the soldiers of my mind’s enemy and my darkest secrets are arranged to detonate at..
The new age of Modern Technology. My arse!  It cannot fix that!

The new age of Modern Technology. My arse! It can..

A Story by Onlyme


I sometimes wish. I was not me.That I was someone else.A different person altogether.But nope. Here I am Me.All the s**t, drama, everythingI have had ..
Why?

Why?

A Story by Cookee korczynski


How are you? Mind: I’m depressed, unwanted, I’m the second choice, I’m never enough, I don’t have the right body, I’m ..
Almost gave up.

Almost gave up.

A Poem by stuart harley


a short poem about giving up.
Beautiful

Beautiful

A Poem by Broken girl


Is it worth itKnowing I lost my soulTo make sure yoursStayed beautiful
~ The Other Side ~

~ The Other Side ~

A Poem by Foxx


As I lie here, bent and broken,Death's loving gates seem wide open.For with each word that lay unspoken,Life's sinister doors leave me heartbroken.Ent..
A Matter of Life and Death

A Matter of Life and Death

A Poem by Foxx


The struggle between life and death, personified
The Flower I Set on Fire

The Flower I Set on Fire

A Poem by Reeling and Writhing


She loves me; she loves me not.
Mental Health Warrior

Mental Health Warrior

A Poem by Jenna


People that have a Mental Health Disorder aren't weak or broken. They are Warriors. They are fighting their own inner battles everyday.
Game over

Game over

A Poem by Cameron Wilkinson


Spin off to; Take the blame You’re to blame
Innocence

Innocence

A Poem by Broken girl


Why'd we have to switch upMy minds all mixed upFeels like I'm running in a circlelooking for a corner to hideWe lost sight of the pictureLet the world..
A Day Yet to Come

A Day Yet to Come

A Poem by Foxx


Sweat drenched her bodyAs she tried to think pensivelyThe clock ticked fasterHer heartbeat slowedBlood trickled down her neckDown her wrists and ankle..