Depression: Fallen Angel

Depression, my friend who is always lonely 

Yet never leaves my side 

Depression, who has hurt you?

You constantly whisper words of sadness into my ears 

Marking my soul with your breath 

You turn on the facuet to watch 

The tears cascade down my already worn face

You make the best of days too to handle 

You sit in the corner of our tightly locked prison cell and tell us we're doing 

everything right because no one likes us anyways 

Depression, you're a terrible friend

The gloomy days and sunny days all run together 

Into a giant vaccum of a black hole slowly sucking our joy away little by little

The carefree, joyful memories I have before you arrived 

Fade into black and white memories in my mind 

The empty, hollow feeling in my chest unloads it's suitcase as if it wants to stay

You throw a party in my cranium cavity and invite your colleagues 

Anxiety

Bad thoughts

Loneliness 

Emptiness

They all decide they want to stay, almost like an extended vacation

All my friends are chased out of their rooms and out into the darkness of your arms 

Anxiety chases away motivation and grabs joy on the way out the door 

Bad thoughts call dibbs on happiness and pins her to the ground 

Loneliness decides to pick on friendship until he gets fed up and leaves

Emptiness reclines back and watches as insterest gets shoved out the door 

Your friends make my body their kingdom 

Running amock and leaving destruction behind them wherever they go 

While I am locked in the tower of my own mind 

Depression, you are an evil 

A tear drop, rain-drop on the window pane, thunder, lightning nightmare

Of an empty bed with racing thoughts and pounding-like-horses-hooves heartbeat

An unwordly, God-forsaken, slithering mess

When will I be free of your tyranny? 

You make me feel like a songbird trapped in a barred cage 

And you stole my song to sing

But, I know the truth. 

Depression, you are weak. 

A pathetic shell of a once happy, carefree soul who now sucks the soul 

Out of me because you had yours taken away

You damage friendships, destroy my will power and desingrate my hope

But, it's because you were turned into nothing

You were created to destroy, detain and deprive

You were created to make people feel weak, worthless and worried 

Over things they can't control

You were designed to be nothing but a nuisance

You make me feel powerless because that's exactly what you are:

Powerless

You cannot break me.

I am the survivor, the champion, the winner. 

You have lost.

You will continue to lose. 

I will always pull ahead and break the ribbon to win the first place trophy in life 

Because I know who I am.

Do you? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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