depression · Depression diaries · New work

Why is depression so overwhelming?

Why is depression so overwhelming?

It seems as if fighting it is useless but I don’t even know why it is there.

I didn’t go to bed with it but it lays with my head on the pillow and when I look at myself brushing my teeth.

The car journey to work automatic as my brain tells me stories of what I can do as it holds me captive as I cannot switch off.

It is so heavy, piggy backing me while I get my coffee and sit down at my desk.

Thank god I have my job to push these thoughts away.

Get off my back!

1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Solitary confinement

Some of us like to be alone

Time to process on our own

Not wanting to be around others

Feeling trapped, feeling smothered

It started when you was young

You never really did like fun

Bullied at school, always picked on

Just wishing that they would be gone

In college, things should have been different

But most of them were just ignorant

Work passes by, not many friends

Nothing much changes, same old trends

Didn’t really like clubbing or drinking a lot

Dancing around badly, looking like a twot

Prefer your own company, just better like that

Prefer your solitary confinement, that’s just a fact


depression · Life

If it makes you happy

If it makes you happy

But you just wanna cry

You don’t understand it

And you keep asking why


Don’t stop fighting

You can get through this

You are strong now

Come on, one last wish


Searching for you is a collection of poetry about love, heartbreak and happiness. A raw journey looking at our search in life to find ourselves and that special someone.

depression · fantasy

Don’t drop me

For so long I have been used

Forever carried

Forever drank from

Forever eaten from

From one place

To the next

Never really thought about

Sure there have been chips

But I have lasted

If you really look after me

I could last for another generation

But if you don’t take care

Just for a moment

I could fall

And break

And yes

Maybe I could be glued

Back together

To be used again

But unfortunately

I’ll never be the same