Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	22-November 11:08:05 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Daily Depression

Contributed by WorthlesSanity666 on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 09:36:15 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

It starts with boredom,
and grows from there.
I stab myself with a pen.
Sixteen times on the hand.
I feel better.

Then I grow even sadder.
When the people taunt me,
I’m still okay,
I don’t let it get me down.
It’s pretty stupid really.

Then feelings come
from no where.
They devour me,
memories come surging back,
throwing me into depression.

I go to lunch
and stand in line.
I hate the people there.
I want to hurt them.
They stare at me and
touch me.
I want to shove them,
push them way,
for they are too close.

I don’t even want to
joke with my friends,
though I do not want
to hurt them.
I just want to be left alone.

I do not eat my lunch.
I give it away.
I put my head on the table,
thinking dark thoughts.
My friends cheer me up,
in their own way.
I joke for a while,
maybe I’m even happy.

But it doesn’t last.
I start thinking more things.
I plan my suicide.
My friend gives me helpful tips.
I feel a little better...
only to sink again.

I walk to her locker,
and sink to the floor in a heap.
I want to get out;
I want to leave this building,
be free of all restrictions.
She understands,
and tells me I can leave if I want.
But I know I can’t really.
As much as I’d like to.

We set off and go to class.
I am immobile,
I’m to sad to move.
All I can do is sit
with my head in my hands.
We go to the back of the room,
for a study hall.

My friends and I sit together.
But inside I’m far away.
I think of all the ways to die,
I think of cutting a cross on my back,
and ripping out my spine.
My friend understands.
I rest my head on the desk,
eyes close.

I can’t bear it anymore.
I need to escape as much as I can.
I ask for her pencil
and stab at my fingers.
The stinging feels good.
But it doesn’t help enough.
My inner pain is still there.
I cry inside.

I feel there is nothing I can do.
So I sit there,
thinking my thoughts,
dying inside,
hoping someday this will end.

Copyright Â© WorthlesSanity666 ... [ 2004-03-05 21:36:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Daily Depression (User Rating: 1 )
by Sweet-Poison on Saturday, 6th March 2004 @ 09:11:07 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I've read a few of your poems, though I feel I can relate to this one a great deal.. I have emotions almost identical to how you write yours here.. Great poem, T'is always nice to read something I can relate to.. Well done =)

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com