By lil princess:
I seem happy right?
You see no cuts on my wrist
Only the smile on my lips
You hear me smile,you hear me laugh
But did you take time to look into my eyes
Did you check the emptiness,the darkness
Did you check the cuts on my legs
Darling if only you opened your eyes
You could see
I was dying inside
Depression
What is depression
Depression is giving up on your apperence
Depression is hiding behind a fake smile that masks how you truly feel
Depression is losing the ability to love yourself and then losing yourself completely
Depression is being alone at 3 am and the only friend you have are the voices in your head
saying that you aren't good enough
And that you deserve to die
Depression is wondering why your life has to be covered with the cloud of blackness
Depression is hiding in the bathroom and crying for no reason
Depression makes you feel numb
Lifeless
You have no wish to live
Your tired
Just tired
You cant take it anymore
The pain
The voices in your head saying that you will never be enough
The taunts
The feeling that you don't deserve to live
By Maanvi Bhagat:
Nobody knows how I hide my fears
Nobody knows my eyes filled with tears
Nobody knows what my smile may hide
Nobody knows the goodbyes I abide
Nobody knows the dreams that I see
Nobody knows the reasons within me
All I can see is black
And demons hidden within
Ready to catch me
And suddenly pull me in
Scaring me at once
Just crowded besides me
With every passing second
They're coming near I see
Their voice is so low
Yet they can be clearly heard
And in that black hole
Even I'm scared to be lured...
By Zohra:
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
hiding who I really am.
Tired of trying to stay strong.
I'm tired.
Tired of pretending,
pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry.
Tired of not being able to let go,
let go of all the pain and emotions that consume me.
Tired of feeling worthless.
I'm tired.
Tired of being put down,
put down by the people I felt closest to.
Tired of dreaming,
dreaming of a life I will never have.
Tired of not being good enough.
I'm tired.
Tired of remembering,
remembering how I used to be so happy.
Tired of the blame,
the blame I put on myself daily.
Tired of the anger.
I'm tired.
Tired of crying,
crying in the shower so nobody can hear.
Tired of the fear,
the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.
Tired of failing.
I'm tired.
Tired of holding on when all I want to do is give up.
Tired of being tired.
Tired of being me.
"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."
And in a way, I guess it's true.
In every other way,
It's a lie.
Tonight you ask me
What depression feels like.
I think, then tell you
That it's sort of like
Slowly clicking up a roller coaster hill,
Waiting and waiting to peak,
But never reaching the top.
You seem confused
But don't ask anything else.
Soon enough you're gossiping about
How that girl we know got pregnant.
You don't understand that
I am still climbing that godforsaken hill.
People call me heartless,
Robotic.
I wonder if they realize
How difficult it is to function
When you're not sure if you even exist.
And here I am,
Dodging your politely, forcefully concerned gaze,
As you ask me what's wrong.
"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."
I wish I could explain depression to you
Once again and scream about
How I wish I could feel anything.
Do you really want to know what depression is like?
Depression is like having a disinterested corpse
Skillfully stowed in the shell of my body.
"You seem so sad lately.
Can't you at least pretend to care?"
Oh, honey, if you only knew.
You ramble on about this and that,
But I'm no longer listening.
You could dig for centuries
And never strike my dying core.
And THAT, my innocent, naive fool,
Is what depression feels like.
Divi:
They say I am depressed,
Though I don't really think I am depressed,
Its just that I am broken internally,
From being strong to crying over silly things,
I have changed a lot,
I realized that situations and circumstances,
Can affect a human worstly,
I am afraid,
Afraid that people will judge me if I say my feelings out,
Afraid that they will break me even more,
Everytime I try to take a stand for myself,
I end up going into more darkness,
I am tired,
Tired of hearing you are depressed you need help,
When you don't have time to hear me out?
When you don't have patience to bear my no?
How can you heal me?
How can you heal me when you cant comfort me?
Maybe I am destined to be like this,
As a depressed child
That's all for today.
Thank you
- TEEN FIX