Twisted and corroded
Perpetual darkness,
Silence and screams
Trapped all alone.
A prisoner in myself
Alone in a crowd,
Screaming to be heard
Never making a sound.
A world of void
Of passing shadows,
Alone with these thoughts
Unending torment.
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Author:
Ian Smith (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Depression can be felt in many different ways. For those lucky enough not to have experienced it, it can be hard to understand how it feels, how it makes you feel and how it effects your interaction with the world. Which can lead to awkward and difficult conversations because of uncertainty of whether your going to say or do something wrong. Describing how I feel most of the time isn't just to give a visual of how it effects me, it helps to share it in a way that's comfortable. It can be hard to talk about it, even with friends. If you can be there when they're ready, you can be a beacon in dark. Which probably feels pretty good for you as well 🙂
- Category: Sad
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Great poem! As one who has been there, you pretty much hit the nail on the head! Well, not pretty much, you did!! "Unending torment" Fantastic words for such a thing as depression.
Thank you Christina, after so many awkward conversations with people walking on egg shell's, not sure what to say or how to act. Poetry has always been my release and I like to channel it to show people not only the dark side of depression, but the positive side of just being there during that time. There is no right or wrong thing to say, just being there is enough
Your words penetrate the depths of the hearts of your readers.
I'm hopeful you are only writing of this downward abyss, instead of living that reality.
A pleasure to read. Keep posting!
Sadly that is my day to day reality, I've learned to cope over the years. It was 7-8 years before I would even go to get professional help, I hid it as best as I could for a long time but realised it was better to be open with it instead. It use to be a weakness, a crutch holding me back. Depression only has as much power over you as you give it though, which makes coping a little easier.
Thank you for taking the time to read it 😊
You have captured the silent suffering painfully well.
There is such stigma still around mental health.
Like you and others my only source of comfort is poetry.
But now I have two secrets the world would scorn me for!
Thank you, its nice to help share experiences and break down some of the long standing walls of indifference and misunderstandings. A positive approach no matter how small its effects may seem, is still a step in the right direction 😁
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