Best Depression Poem

***********CLOSED FOR JUDGING WINNERS WILL BE POSTED NOVEMBER 29 2006***************

AND THE WINNERS ARE--

1ST--Lauren:x♥x

2ND--Twisted Love

3RD--Ilinca Milosan

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR ENTRY'S IT WAS A HARD DECISION.

Rules

*Has to be your own work
*No Length Limit
*Has to be about depression

Prize

*1st Place-Comment on all of your Poems, and Favorites

*2nd Place- Comments on half of your poems, and favorites

* 3rd Place- Only Favorites

Contest will end on Monday the 27th November 2006

Can I please reserve a spot? (:

-Jenna.

There isnt a limit towards how many can enter..

Nor are their Titles That are expected.. Its a free write..

Hmmm...All my 204 poems...that's a big deal...LoL. I'll try it.

Lmao..

does it have to be new?

Lol, Kai. Sorry, I'm just used to reserving lol. I will try && write one by tonight && have it in tomorrow (:

-Jenna.

edit--

Do You Really Care?'
By : *¤TheJohnston¤*

You Left Marks Upon My Skin,
In Which No One Can See,
You Have Your Hate Hidden,
Somewhere Inside Of Me.

You Lie As If You Care,
But I Know That You Do Not,
It's Just Another Game To You,
Another War That I Have Fought.

So Tell Me Yet Again,
What You Wish We Two Could Do,
So I Can Say Just One More Time,
What I Truly Think Of You.

The Awkwardness Between Us,
When We Too Have Been Apart,
After All The Times We've Tried This,
Once Again We Must Depart.

There Will Be No More Silence,
For I Now Know The Words To Say,
"I Don't Hate You; Or Love You,
But This Time I Mustn't Stay."

No More Online Chatting,
No More Secret Notes,
No More Sad Writing,
Written On 'Poems And Quotes.'

I Will Erase You From My Memory,
And I Will Take It From There,
So This Is My Goodbye To You,
But "Do You Really Care?"

No it dosent have to be new

I'll post one. Just give me a few hours =)

"Daughter of a freak"
by The Angel of Secrets

Her hair so awful, her skin so pale,
She always wondered, where did she fail?
Born by a freak, raised as a slave,
No one to guide her, to tell her how to behave.
Years of working, years so dark,
She has never seen light, it has left its mark.
Shut in a room, just going out to clean,
It's the most horrifying thing they'd ever seen.
A key to lock her bedroom door,
Nothing on the walls, nothing on the floor.
No pillow, no bed, no good memories to hold,
No warmth, no love, nothing but cold.
Her mother locked the door, threw away the key,
The girl keeps asking herself "Whats so wrong with me"
Sitting in her room, hearing her mother go out,
She tries to scream, she tries to shout.
Her mother left her behind, in this room to die,
Now she's sitting there, trying not to cry.
She lays down, on the cold hard ground,
Trying to pray, hearing no sound.
Laying there for a couple of days,
in darkness and sadness, down she layes.
She will never raise again, never see the light,
She finally gives up, she will no longer fight.
Her eyes cry of sorrow, her eyes cry of tears,
Suddenly she sees something, an angel appears.
"Come with me, darling, come to the light,
"We will love you, you don't have to fight"
The angel smiles and reaches out her hand,
Where did this come from, she doesn't understand.
The girl reaches out her hand, suddenly starts to soar,
"Don't worry little darling, they won't hurt you anymore"

Xx Mascara Rivers xX

She stared into the mirror
Trying to see her soul
Crying mascara rivers
Just losing all control

A bitter staring contest
With her own reflection
Getting more depressed
As she notices imperfections

What was the point in living?
If it always felt like this
Completely unforgiving
Did happiness exist?

She looked into teary eyes
A steady mascara stream
Experience said otherwise
Being happy was a dream

A dream she can never enjoy
It's finally becoming clear
A torn soul, all but destroyed
Conveyed by mascara tear ©

*Gem*

(I'm not sure of this one will do. Is it ok to enter this one?)

Funeral song
by Ilinca Milosan

Walking down an empty street,
Rose petals fall at my frozen feet,
I can hardly feel my hands and toes
What has happened no one knows...

My eyes go blind in rays of sun
My dreadful demise has just begun
No one to save me, no one to care
Of how much pain I have to bear...

A cold tear slips down my tired face,
A drop of blood to fill an empty space,
A cry for help risen from pain,
A shattered dark heart that’s always to blame…

A funeral song that echoes in the night
Instills fear in those who abandoned a fight
And is an anthem for those who are left to die
Alone, underneath the darkened sky…

We go through each day, living the same:
In failure, strife and swollen pain,
This funeral song will last until the end
Of this dreadful world of sins and pretend…

Hope you like it =)

Circumstantial

Depression can be circumstantial,
it can also be clinical.
People use 'depression' too lightly,
and others are too synical.

Circumstances forever change,
the word I use here is sad.
Clinical depression is a chemical inbalance,
and this is the one I think's bad.

Counselling, therapy or time,
can change every circumstance.
With severe clinical depression though,
only medication can give You a chance.

I have been through both of these,
through loss, through hurt, through grief.
All these circumstantial times,
there always came relief.

The clininical is so different,
it hit me at a time when all was well.
Counselling for two years couldn't help me,
'cause there were no wrongs to tell.

Mine started off as postnatal,
after my third child was born.
It should have been a joyous time,
but all I could do was mourn.

In and out of hospital,
for the first five years of her life.
The kids have lived with their father,
ever since he could no longer cope with me as his wife.

I lost so much due to clinical depression,
and it really riles me,
when people say it's not an illness,
and others use the word too flippently.

Yes things are looking up now,
I had depression for nine years.
Tough times or depression though?
I know the difference in the tears.

I am not saying circumstances,
can't leave You feeling depressed.
I know when mine is circumstantial though,
I feel kind of blessed.

Beneath The Surface
by ѕ¢αяℓєт.ℓιρѕ ♥

Chills run up my spine
A soul slowly turning cold
Maybe this is like a sign
Of what was about to unfold..

Blood stains soft wrists
Sobs echo deep inside
Curling fingers into fists
These tears, I must hide..

Leaving me alone to die
Watching me rip apart
Laughing at me as I cry
Slowly stabbing at my heart..

Salty tears keep increasing
Burning skin as they fall
Blood my body is releasing
Little drops of pain so small..

Emotions stuck in a throat
Escaping through wet eyes
No more do I think I can float
Silently pulled down by your lies..

Beneath the surface, I sink
Drowning in tears and blood
Tattooing my skin like ink
Pain, my floor it does flood..

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P.S. Mine and Jess's is almost done! =P

Cutting Is My One True Fate
by ×мιѕѕ cιασ вєllα×

I wanna stay in love with my sorrow
For I don't want to ever see tomorrow
By staying in love with the saddness I know
Then there are things I won't ever have to show

The scars on my ankles and my wrists
Are from one blade's deadly kiss
He cuts down so deep, the pain, it sharpens
The rock-front I put up slowly hardens

The blood flow freely, the release of pain
Cutting helps me feel real again
I don;t know how, and I don't know why
I can't just sit down and cry

So after all these horrible years
There has never been any tears
And though I try and though I wait
I guess Cutting Is My One True Fate

Heaven Above

She stares at herself in the mirror
Disgusted at what she sees
She turns her eyes away
just wanting to be freed.

She stares at the razor
thoughts running through her head
She makes one cut then two,
wishing that she was dead.

She glares at her reflection
tears wetting her face
she wishes she was perfection
she wishes people would get off her case.

She stares at the blood on her arms
drip drip it goes on the floor
She's engulfed in pain
Bad in essence and bad at her core.

She wonders if the pain will ever end
and if her heart will ever truly mend.

She makes another cut
this time it's deep
she closes her eyes
as she starts to weep

She slides to the floor
and takes the razor to her wrists
She slides it down
the tears have a made a mist.

And as she fades to heaven above
She's finally found a place where she is loved.

"The Letter"

By Bri

I wrote you a Letter, I wrote it in tears
I placed it on your grave, where nobody hears
The sound of my sobbing, the screams of my soul
My sudden upwellings, then nothing at all.

I stayed up all night, couldn't get to sleep
Even through it all, I was yours to keep
I lay here awake, alone in my bed
Thinking of all the things I wish I had said.

I try not to think, as the tears stain the pillow
Of our first summer together spent under the willow
Should I forget and move on with my life?
From under the pillow, I pull the old kitchen knife.

I wrote you a Letter, I signed it in blood
To bring me to you where pain does not flood
I wasn't afraid, no longer would I face the weather
It was all OK now that we would soon be together.

Ghosts Don't Cry

Walking around, aimless, lost in the crowd.
Trying to be heard, but the noises are so loud.
After a long day, coming home to fights,
Not getting a word in edgewise; lonely nights.

Welcome to my life, I'm only a ghost,
Not noticed by many, ignored by most.
Often want to break down, and want to die,
Or cry my eyes out, but ghosts don't cry.

Finally a little freedom, out with friends,
But ignored by you, the pain never ends.
Love shown one way, yet hate the other,
Then the time comes to see my mother.

I see her only a little, yet important I'm not,
Complaining and yelling, making cheeks hot.
Talking to her boyfriend for an hour it seems,
Actually spending time with HER is just a dream.

Welcome to my life, a ghost I'll remain,
Many ignore me, many don't know my name.
Often I want to break down, but when I try,
I recall that one thing, ghosts don't cry.

~*Who Cares?*~

Pearls Vs. Roses

Beautiful in her time of youth,
But faded with the years,
Like the petals on a rose,
She's starting to disappear.

It's hard to face the mirror,
Knowing she's not that girl.
Even though on the inside,
She's aged just like a pearl.

It's so sad that no one sees,
What lies beneath her skin.
But they only look so far,
And never search within.

They'll never see the wisdom,
Behind her wrinkled eyes.
And never know the depth,
Of knowledge she has inside.

They'll only notice the age,
Marked with imperfections.
Never looking past the image,
Which is the biggest deception.

Because she used to feel good,
Vigorous, beautiful, and young.
But she knows this new era,
Isn't about what you have done.

See, she used to be a rose
But now she's like a precious pearl.
One is beautiful over time,
And the other, only as a girl.

She knows it's about staying young
And not letting it fade away
If only she could see a pearl,
Unlike a rose, will always stay.

She should let the roses blossom,
Then watch their petals fall down,
Smile and know that as a pearl
She'll continue to be around.

By: Charisma*

(about seeing inner beauty verses outer.)

Damn.. i so wish i could enter two.. -sigh- ok ill enter this one. you said it had to be about depression. and this is.. but depression of someone else. i hope you like it. =]

Actually i switched it last minute.. hrm to my newest work.. lol.

Just so you know(although i doubt it will happen, if i do get 2nd or 1st place.. you dont have to rrc that many poems.. =](NO that was not a bribe.. but youre very generous.. and i dont really care aobut rrc's that mcuh. =])))

`Out Of Control.

Every argument, Every lie
whether large or small
takes away a pieces of her
but never does she cry

her heart's collasping in on itself
her souls wasting away...

Once there was laughter-
now not a hint
a beautiful smile,
now a blank stare
once a loving hand--
now she doesn't seem to care

Shes withering away
all joy's almost lost
falling to pieces

falling away..shes dying
losing every drop of hope
every drop of love, and life
every drop of emotions

she can't stay awake
can't fall asleep
in a medium between the two
she's fallen off a cliff,
and into the waters
which are much too deep

everyone doesnt know,
what to do or say,
they worried of what she is doing,
what she might become.
Theyre so worried..
and they should be

Locked away in her room,
for all hours of the day.
escaping only at night.
when the ghosts come out to play,

she floats away
she's high, she's down
the only way to live, to feel
seems nothing anymore is real

on a tragic roller coaster,
the ride of her life.
Ups, downs, twists and turns..
and here come's
the
drop
off.

her lifes wasting away
killing herself
slightly, everyday
shes falling, drowning...
She's spinning Out of Control...

And she knows it...

Silent Screams
by Twisted Heart

I smile and I laugh as I go through the day
Not one of my friends have a clue
That I'm crying inside of this heart of mine
And I don't know what I should do.

People may wonder if I ever felt pain
Since I seem I haven't a care
But they never look deeper inside of me
Or see past the smile that I wear.

I'm the one that they all come to see
When their lives are broken inside
When it is a shoulder they need to lean on
Or a place for them to just cry.

They think that I haven't felt any pain
Of having my heart ripped in two
Of having my soul so shattered at times
That I didn't think I'd make it through.

They just see the humor that I project
But if they'd look deep in my eyes
They'd see past the fun and notice my soul
That's hurting and screaming inside.

The Accident

They told me not to do it. to stay home all lonely.
they told me they forbid it, that him i couldn't see.
but it didn't matter, they weren't controlling me.
i had to get outside, i had to just be free.

i snuck out my window. alone with a small light.
and as i moved i disappeared, into the dark night
no stars were out, the moon was faded.
when i saw his lights i knew i had made it.

we saw a movie together, had a wonderful time
in fact it was so much fun it should be a crime.
i knew my parents were wrong so we got in the car
and after this first date, i knew we would go far.

he stopped the car and i thought that there was something wrong. but when he stopped the care he put romantic music on. he got on me but i struggled, i pushed him far aside. i said please dont touch me all i needed was this ride.

he got all mad but kept on driving. and really i was scared. he starting really speeding up. and i was not prepared. and the last thing i remembered, before my dark blackout. was the shining light of a car and the drivers giving a shout.

i woke up in the hospital bed and was in a lot of pain. i asked the nurses whaqt happened, and to me they did explain. the other car was totaled, passengers, none would live. and my driver also died and would have no breath to give.

so i cried in my bed and i pulled one nurse aside. i asked for a small favor. just one before i died. please apologize to my parents for me, because no ones alive. she said she cant, i asked why not. she said my parents were in the other car and now no one will have survived.

October Rain

You don't know how you make me feel, standing here next to you. Knowing that I love you, and hoping you love me too. The dark purple sky, with clouds all around. As the soft rain falls on us, and we listen to it's sound.

I wish it would never end, this beautiful October rain, because when I'm with you, I can feel no pain. As we lay on the ground, staring up at a star. I think of all the good times, and how we've come so far.

Had I only just known, it would be our last night. If someone would have told me it would be your last sight. I never would have let you go, as we walked around, and listened to the wind blow.

However now i'm alone, you're simply a memory. forgotten by all, all of course except me. I kept you in my heart, but it just caused me pain. As I tried to hold on, I started going insane.

I want to be with you, want to see you anew. so i found out a way, to be with you real soon. and as i pick up this gun, and hold it up to my brain. i'll never forget, that this is my last October Rain.

Can't Break This Pain

The clock is ticking and my heart beats fast
Blood is staining it; I don’t think I will last
The tears are flowing, my mind is so insane
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

Please someone help me, I’m out of control
My heart is leaking through this open hole
My body is wasted; I feel so down the drain
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

Each night I pray to become something else
So sick of exchanging these lies with myself
The blood still flows through in every vein
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

The world is speaking and yet I cannot hear
Because now awakened was my biggest fear
It is a feeling that alone I still cannot explain
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

My heart feels broken, deep down so am I
I sold my soul and innocence to another guy
Why do I keep making mistakes over again?
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

I stumble upon words that I still long to say
Nothing ever was, or will ever go my way
Every single time I fall down the wrong lane
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

Why am I like this, I feel I’m the only one
I can’t see daylight, darkness blocks my sun
It’s a feeling I live with so I can’t complain
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

God help me, I am blocked out from all light
Give me the power to go into peaceful flight
Take me far too where nothing would remain
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

The clock is ticking and my heart beats fast
Blood is staining it; I don’t think I will last
The tears are flowing, my mind is so insane
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

Please someone help me, I’m out of control
My heart is leaking through this open hole
My body is wasted; I feel so down the drain
I want to run yet I still can’t break this pain

NIGHT

Darkness.
Sinking around my skull, and slowly
submerging me in its velvetiness.
Penetrating and permeating.
It enters like cold molten lead
and drowns me in its heaviness.
It numbs me, or maybe hones too much-
I do not know.

I can’t breathe.

The night wind howls, but I think it feels
like music to me; until it dies down.
Stillness welcomes the pain that hides;
but it seems to savor the veil it wears.
Or could it be that it cannot expose
a face it hasn’t seen?
I do not know.

I can’t breathe.

The raw, stark sky screams
of needed frankness;
and I start to yearn for clouds
just because the truth lacerates.
When I cannot feel love,
the moon glares down and taunts
rosy thoughts; but I’m not irked-
you can’t jeer at corpses.

I still can’t breathe.
(maybe I don’t want to)

by Dhaval

Rock And Roll Suicide.

Crocodile Tears streamed down her foundation disguise,
Masking all of the labels pasted to her brittle heart;
And hiding a past in her eyes that she painfully denied.

Cherry lips quivered as the battered knife tore her apart,
And her scarlet blood trickled onto the bathroom floor -
Masking all of the labels pasted to her brittle heart.

Her soul yelled: "Stop!", but her head yelled: "Cynical wh0re!"
But in the corner of the mirror there was a tiny red note -
And her scarlet blood trickled onto the bathroom floor.

The cotton candy pills and whiskey tickled at her throat,
As she looked to her reflection and believed her lies -
But in the corner of the mirror was a tiny red note.

Drowning in a broken lullaby was her rock and roll suicide,
And on top of her homecoming photo, roses were placed -
As she looked to her reflection and believed her lies.

A mother's screams echoed through her corpse as -
Crocodile tears streamed down her foundation disguise.
And hiding a past in her eyes that she painfully denied -
She looked down to a daughter that she no longer has.

© Jenna Elphick
November 22, 2006

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A Terzanelle is a 19 line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the triplet appear as refrains. The middle line of each triplet is a repetent reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the next-to-last stanza which appears in the quatrain.

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__ I understand that it may be a tad confusing..but there's a deeper meaning to it. __

-Jenna.

Hidden By the Light of Day

My blue tears that never dry,
Keep on coming as I cry.
Restlessness that with me stays,
It's hidden by the light of day.

In the sorrow, by my side,
I wallow in pain denied.
No one knows what comes my way,
It's hidden by the light of day.

The twisting of my beaten heart,
Rips and pulls this want apart.
And though this pain won't go away,
It's hidden by the light of day.

By: Charisma*
I didn't know if we could enter twice, but I just wrote this and thought it was good for the contest. If we can't enter twice then I will remove my first poem and keep this one.

Hungry, lost, forlorn
Only mere words to me
Insane, pain, want
Nothing more than reality

Life; bitter and so harsh
That bruises will never heal
Life; taunting impossible dreams
Facing the dark side of real

Some whine of things
Like broken nails
When it is my wings
that tend to fail

Speak not of dread
Until you become like me
Feel like my mind
Beat your heart like me

Have your innocence stolen
Have dreams of screams
Where every night he comes
Even in your dreams

Sick, fatigue, and rage
They are only words of vain
No one knows the song of death
Better than my hollow pain

Superman's Dead
by †♪Bryce Dressler♪†

Johnny J Smith
had straight A's in school.
Class president every year
he never broke the rules.

Had the coolest friends
never got in fights.
But his friends never saw him
after school at night.

Every problem thrown his way
he fought it to the end.
His family and friends
nicknamed him superman.

Saving damsels in distress
standing up for the weak.
He had the intelligence of a genius
the room always quite when he'd speak.

But nobody knew what happened
late every single night.
When Johnny was caught in the middle
of his mother and father's fight.

Every day after school
Johnny would walk home alone.
Come home to his parents,
to a family with a heart of stone.

Objects were thrown
as they fly across his face.
He tried so hard to please
but he was seen as a disgrace.

His grades would start to slip
and he would fight even more.
But the more that he fought
the harder he was thrown to the floor.

Friends began to leave him
people ignored him as he spoke
as hard as he tried to fix it all
his life was only seen as a joke.

Bottles and knives still flying
from one room to the next.
Giving up on everything else
he took advantage of one object.

He slowly cried as the pain took hold
remembering the life once adored.
Brought down to this hopeless sham
a life now only ignored.

With his last remaining minute
he reached for a paper and pen.
Leaving a note for whoever cared
or cared for a life that had been.

Days had past since then
before he was found
his parents killed each other
the house no longer made a sound.

Old friends came again
to see the horrible site
No soon after did they find the note
that the young boy did write.

Everyone held their breath
as the note was slowly read.
Written with four crimson words
"Your Superman is Dead."

(C) 2006 Bryce Dressler

darn it bryce u got to enter my favorite poem ever...now i have no chance..lol

Bryce. your mean. how could u enter the best depression poem on this site. darn you. well this contest's over. hrmph. lol

yea, i noticed them too. lol.

Lost in the city
by J. Lau

Wandering aimlessly,
In a city full of people.
So lost...
Mindless...
Nothing seems interesting anymore,
Nothing appears to the mind.
No sense of urgency,
No sense of time.

People all around you,
In a shopping spree.
Talking...
Laughing...
Browsing shops with their loved ones,
Looking for the perfect gift.
Some enjoying the moment,
Some rushing to get back home.

Walking alone quietly,
Without memories to claim my own.
Pacing...
Without purpose...
Just painstakingly waiting,
For a friendship on hold.
A relationship that never started,
Uncertain of its future.

Lost... in a city,
Counting... Every second.

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its still go though....:( well good luck every1..i read a lot of other poems..and there is definately some competition..itll be tough to judge this one i have a feeling..

yeah thats why i post a couple of the same poems alot bob. I'm lookin for people who can help me out and make them better. If you can send me a private message letting me know. I'd appreciate any help.

If you get the chance that is.

so... umm, this is finished now right?

When will the winners be posted?

I can't wait =D

the winners come out, tomorrow
bet your bottom dollar that tomorro
there'll be results!

lol *sings annie songs*

teehee
good luck everyone:)